Days Of Winters Past
09/1998

Days of Winters Past,
when school bells did not ring
we use to play our childhood game
within the barriers of snow.
running joyfully through
the brilliant fields of white,
dancing freely
like fallen snowflakes,
throwing cold, soft balls
and falling happily
on the soft blanket of snow.
the cold air
carried our merry laughs
back to me
on Days of Winters Past.

 

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