Poems from Raelynnsmith1995
Winter Slope.
A frozen nose.
Purple toes.
Slik roads.
Wornout coats,
Frosted windows.
Steeped on snow.
A filled up car with no where to...
Time.
Night fades away, as the sun warms the air,
The voices are still, and the air is thinner today.
Noon creeps above the clouds, as not...