I Love Life, Yet Death Loves Me Snow silenceThere are daysHow many snowflakes!Warm snowflakesIf I"m in loveBy a snowflake"s kissIt smells of snowFrom snowWhen all aroundEven at midnight It smells of snow and the countless shades of its colour. #7 Pages: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 admin 2018-08-21T17:22:47+00:00 September 2nd, 2012|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 85|0 Comments Share This Story, Choose Your Platform! FacebookTwitterLinkedinRedditGoogle+Email