The Snow by Randi Grigorovich

Randi is one of our creative writers. Her poetry is personal and passionate.
Here is one to share with everyone


SNOWS.

Outside the snows fall on the red bricked streets.
All is silent.
All is clean.
As if death him self had come to call.

In his room cotton cries.
Yet no one hears.
No one really cares.
After all he he no bruises.

It’s just he has seen love.
Yet love not directed at him.
But his half brother.

What would it feel like to be loved ?
He wonders.
What would it be like to told I love you.
So he cries.
The snows fall.
and the silence of death reigns.
RANDI GRIGOROVICH