Snow in november,
Upon this gray land.
It was so needed,
It could not offend.
It is mangnificent,
It's beauty beyond words,
I can provide for it,
To describe what it's worth.
It is tranquil,
It is serene,
When i am engulfed,
I start to feel.
Snow in november,
Blessed us from the skies
And for us to remeber,
It melted with cries.
Leaving the city
Barren and lost,
In all of this dirt,
That i dare not discuss.
Leaving the city
Barren and lost,
In all of this dirt,
That i dare not discuss.
Snow
© Copyright: Desperate, 2001
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