A Wintry Path
As many trees
were very white dust on them
onto the
mysterious road and street, or far
out journey
together, let it flow and slow as
a single snow
on the ground, the frozen
tight river
was very solid indeed, the
path was were
in heaven during the day
and night as
it goes, the path goes
downstairs
upstairs and sideways or the
backwards and
toward and foreword, it
seem the
longest moment, but the coldest like
chickens ever
made since, when a grayish sky
of winter, it
has been falling gracefully
and confirmed
and steady
Written by
Michael James
Brindley
12-26-15
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