I am sick of snow
I sure want to run away
but I cannot go.
This snow is my jail
cutting off all escape routes
I must wait till spring.
When the sun comes out
and makes my warden a pool
I will run away.
© 2017 ck’s days
I am sick of snow
I sure want to run away
but I cannot go.
This snow is my jail
cutting off all escape routes
I must wait till spring.
When the sun comes out
and makes my warden a pool
I will run away.
© 2017 ck’s days