White Cherry Storm

March 12, 2010
By , denver, CO
A white cherry falls to the ground.

It covers the ground in its white beuty.

It grasps the ground aound it in its white beuty and its cold embrace.

the fridget cold of the white cherry feels as cold as my heart.

I reach for the sky to grasp on to one,I press it to my lips, and let it melt.

I wave good bye to the beuty and take my leave.

I dream of the day I'll Snow fall again.

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