The Sparkles Fall Poem by Robyn McAdam

The Sparkles Fall



The white blanket freshly fallen shimmering in the early morning;
The men made of ice sit smiling in my yard;
The children laugh while making angels;
Their noses red as crimson,
as the sparkles fall down down and land on Their rosey cheeks.
smiling as the sparkles get deeper and deeper

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