I'm sitting bored in my room.
It's morning everyone's asleep.
Look out of my window-there it's cold,
And snow so white, so deep.
And like the snow two little doves
Shiver in the cold. They look for food-
There is no there. The snow covered all when fell.
I've always loved snow.
So clean, so neat, so pretty, and so bright.
But poor doves, just as white,
Starving... That's not right.
And now I couldn't. That was hard.
Warmth starving on the cold.
How could He let that? It is wrong.
Why... I don't know.
And suddenly I hated snow.
The cruelty of white.
I'll feed the doves. I'll give them warmth,
My poor, innocent, defendless, white...on white...
White
© Copyright: Evvie Rough, 2002
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