Touching Snow
Just waiting to fall apart
This is either the start of or the end of my next story. I haven't yet decided.
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You were born to be cold
The shadow floats behind
Always it trembles
Only you are blind
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To be resented
I can't forgive
To have built your home
But told I've not let you live
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It will be quiet
Perhaps the snow
Will fall softly
And my heart will glow
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It's only a day
Maybe it's good
With less to spend
No one says should
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The river is not frozen
Banks of snow
Call out to me
Icy rocks below
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I try to keep my promise
But my mind wanders
Sometimes I look out
Far over the water
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How many years
Have I stared at the sky
Crying and pleading
Wanting to know why
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I touch the snowbank. It is a crusted, loose snow, the kind that puffs into shapes so beautiful you can't help but admire it. Come too close, however, and the slightest touch shows it for what it is. Hollow.

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About the Creator
Call Me Les
Aspiring etymologist and hopeless addict of children's fiction.
If I can't liberally overuse adverbs and alliteration, I'm out!
Website: lesleyleatherdale.ca
#elbowsup
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She/Her
Reader insights
Outstanding
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Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters
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Comments (3)
Emotion and nature intertwine beautifully in a poem with a mesmerizing atmosphere. A breath of fresh air, it confronts us with our inner battles while at the same time inviting us to appreciate life.
This is beautifully written and heartbreaking... Nice job!
This is so heartfelt and beautiful. It will stay with me