Beautiful Deceiver. By: Ami Wilber Mosher Silver arms, With Chrystal fingers, Make you stop, And look and linger. Icy diamonds, Cling to trees, Swaying gently, In the breeze. Poofs of white, Climb buildings walls. Winters whispering, Voice still calls. Frosty, frozen, Winter bites. Nips at you, Through lovely white. Her beauty lies. It is deceiving. She glistens till, You start believing, That shes not really, Cruel and cold, And makes you feel, Your bones are old. She may be lovely, To the eye, But I am ready, To say goodbye!
Posted on: Wed, 27 Nov 2013 14:41:57 +0000
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