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Below the Snow

Below the snow
we stay warm
and cozy away
of falling limbs.

Silent at bay
we gape as
shadows drift
ghosts above us.

The snow melts
and we awake
cold and wet
like all the rest.


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Posted byJoe LinkerApril 15, 2022April 15, 2022Posted inPoetryTags:Global Warming, Poetry, sleep, slight, snow

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