Poem: Snow dance

Writing poems as it’s snowing outside

writing as it slowly subsides — words — continuing —

It’s like dancing — prancing by yourself  — coming off your shelf

A little odd — don’t you think?

P.S. Time to blink —

– Hazel River Bard

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