The White And Me. Poem by Luke Curcio
The White And Me.
There's white all around me.
This storm is here for my sins.
It's will is to bury me.
Whats in front is hard to see.
Whats behind does not matter.
If I could white out my transgressions, as the snow does me.
Then I could see in this blinding.
And be a better man unto thee.
Friday, March 2, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: snow
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