The Winter Months

March 9, 2009
By Valerie Champeau BRONZE, New City, New York
Valerie Champeau BRONZE, New City, New York
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THE WINTER MONTHS
In some the winter comes
And in some the winter go
When the patterned ice mixes with the rain of your eyes
Now your eyes are nothing more than black storm clouds
That release the dealings of tomorrow
Today
And now
It is tedious to try and use an umbrella fighting back the wind
It just pushes back
Flipping the umbrella inside out pulling you still further into the storm
The more you fight
The wetter you get
And the wetter you get
The darker your eyes become


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