Remembered snow's not cold and white. It's just
half-lights, half-shadows on an empty wall
and long-gone voices talking, and a hint
of what I thought was Christmas, green and red
in silent rooms, and right across the lawn
a line of footprints fading past the dawn.
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*****
Five.
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poem was mentioned in New Poems Recommendations.
Agreed
entirely with Oneira's comment - an excellent verse
REALITY IS NEVER THE SAME
as remberance. TK U MLJ LV NV
Wonderful
This is a very beautiful, subtle poem. Gave it a 5.
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