White Purity Poem by Nathaniel Graves

White Purity



Pure as purity can convey,
With white little fickle snowflakes
Falling,
Fluttering – If you will –
At its will,
Constantly gathering,
Accolating – Still and still –
Beyond its will,
Deeply caressing the ground
Cold,
As cold as white can convey

-2/8/2010-

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