Remember the days – when
Winter was cold,
People fought and swore,
Leaves crackled beneath your feet,
Snow was roaming the innocent streets.
Fast forward to days – when
We’ll never see
White flakes fall again,
Oh how we shall miss it so,
That wonderful, cursed snow.
Written during a Poetry Workshop at Books Books Books in Lausanne, Switzerland. The prompt was “February”.Type: Lyric Poetry
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