First Snow Written on January 24, 2012 by tinkwelborn Categories: Poetry - The Stuff of LifeTags: ice, natural balance, quietude, rain, rectitude, sleet, snow, sudden silence, Winter 0 0 comments so far. Why not leave your own? ~ you fall around and bound me to a sudden silence. ~ The quietude, a solitude, commands of me compliance. ~ Right rectitude, an attitude, I seek to find alliance. ~ to what now am from what once was and find a natural balance. . . . . . Copyright © 2012 Marvin Loyd Welborn. All Rights Reserved. Rate this:Share this:TinkwelbornShareFacebookTwitterLinkedInPinterestTumblrEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related
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