Snow nestled in silent hills
Silence in the frozen chill
Awake to the dawn of a wonderland
Beneath a sky painted by nature’s hand
Your whispered breath on the window pane
Mist of tears in your eyes gain
Momentum, then fall in heaves and sighs
You want to share the heightened emotion
But all that you see is your own devotion
He would have loved the snow
For he had no where to go
Now he dwells at heaven’s door
Asking nothing, feeling the cold no more
Deborah A. Bowman
BowmanAuthor and Writer/Editor 
Beautiful, Deb ❤️
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Thanks, Syl…
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You’re very welcome 😊
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Beautiful, wistful, and so heartfelt.
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Beautiful poem, sis. ❤
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That is how the U.S. looks now!
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