stolen poems
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Night Snow
The snow lay crisp as angel's hair.
As dawn awoke the world lay cold and bare
Was ever there a sight so rare?
What light! The sun! The glow!
Take flight and watch the path with care,
Or sit and watch the show!
Robert Burns
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