Expecting
The sun peeks through the whiteness.
It glows, like a pregnant woman,
expecting snow.
Snowflakes fall, the wind
begins to blow.
The sun peeks through the
whiteness.
It glows, like a pregnant
woman, expecting snow.
I recline with laptop, warm
and content,
Relaxed in sun’s glow, my day
is spent.
It glows, like a pregnant
woman, expecting snow.
The sun peeks through the whiteness.
It glows, like a pregnant
woman, expecting snow.
Snowflakes fall, the wind
begins to blow.
The sun peeks through the
whiteness.
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