Winter Thunder Land

Snow in the air blowing around

Balls of it flying as I hit the ground

Laughter and shouting fill up the air

Snowflakes attracted to my wet hair

The thunder of plows moving down the street

The mountains they make such a nice retreat

A little late but never unwanted

Winter’s weather in all its beauty flautned


About The Lost Poet

I write because I find inspiration. It is my hope that through my writing some connections may be felt. Everything I write comes from my experiences with life, and with the people that I love. I try to remember to see myself in everyone, and everyone in myself.
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