The Winter on the Beach
I see the silent snowflakes scribbling all over the florr as if they were in a race
but only one actually had the strength to get to the floor w/o desinigrating
as my foot slowly crept foot by foot i reached the tan sand which the sea had not renched upon yet
i picked my had up to see wether or not the sun was still out and all i saw a light blue,then a few inches later Navy blue and then i saw red then came the smowflakes they were coming down like they had no anticipation on stopping the white speckles became smaller each day until feburary when it completely stopped and after march all i saw was the beach get crowdider and then it was filled with all these different colors. After that i gave up waiting for snowflakes to slowly fall across my face
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