The snowflakes fall,
tumbling to the ground
on cold winter days.
The children play,
throwing snowballs
on cold winter days.
The fires sputter,
scattering sparks above
on cold winter days.
The birds huddle,
on the telephone wires
on cold winter days.
Meanwhile,
I stay inside,
watching all this happen
on cold winter days.
On Cold Winter Days ~Christina Matta
Written By: cdevlin
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Jun•
17•13
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