Sunday, November 25, 2018

Falling Snow Comments

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As the night creeps upon, the air is cold
Beneath the dark as the snow filters the air in the dark
again this feeling in my bones; makes me feel really old
Please listen! Can you not hear it; a sweet song of the singing lark.
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Eva Mae Witt
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Edward Kofi Louis 05 December 2018

Winter blues! ! The air is cold! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Eva Mae Witt 06 December 2018

Thank you for stopping by and commenting on the poem.

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Chinedu Dike 26 November 2018

Beautiful rendition of words, elegantly crafted with clarity of thought and mind. A lovely work of art. Thanks for sharing Eva.

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Eva Mae Witt 26 November 2018

Your very welcome and thank you for stopping by and leaving your beauty of a comment.

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