Winter Time
She sit's in front of the window.
The snow come down softly.
Looks like feather's from a pillow.
They just fall on all things.
The snow looks so bright
She is in her own little world.
Where no one can't make her feel bad.
Where she has her dreams of Winter Time.
Her wishes & prayers of what she wants Winter Time to be like for her.
She cherishes those special moments.
She just sit's & dreams her Winter Time away.
She doesn't know where she will end up at.
She just keeps watching it snowing into the night.
Joyce Spencer
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