Missing The Snow
by Lord R.e. Taylor
It is coming anytime
You do not want it
But it comes anyway
Think about it this way
Say you grew up with snow
You walked uphill to school in it
Snowmen grew to ten feet
And snowballs hit every inch of you
Now imagine you move to a place
Palm trees in every yard
And not a snowflake ever falls
Yeah, you can look at pictures
But it is not the same
You will miss the snow and the cold
And maybe even the snowballs
So, all you can do is remember
Sometimes, maybe watch a video
That will be the best you can do
© Poem – XXII/XI/MMXXIV
LRET
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