Those white flakes that
Land softly on my shoulders.
The site of the white
Flakes makes me shake.
Not cold, yet bold
As they scream for attention.
Fluttering down,
Littering the ground,
Flakes, they fall.
They land on my tongue
and i taste the shampoo.
Too bad it doesn't snow in Texas.

03/04/2008

Posted on 03/05/2008
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