Rising

I have risen 

For too many times to count 

I strut and worry

And lie what this is all about 

I am a million snow flurries 

Dancing around the subject

Do you object 

To this crystallized cold 

I have become, far removed from you

Does it make you blue? 

Does it provoke some kind

Of reaction, a proven action?

And by and by the time flies 

It swarms around me like

Little insects the clock

Ticks, tocks, clicks, stops

By Slyvia Rose

From: United States

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