The Place of Dreams
Drifting across me.
Rapidly falling from the sky laying on me.
Falling on my edges making me freeze.
The cold snow falls down slowly falling down.
Clinging on me it won’t let go.
Icicles hanging on my mouth.
Shining, sparkling, the snow is still falling crippling me to the ground.
The whistling wind blows around me making me feel alone. But not for long because the Winter Olympics are on their way.
Ready for another year - the Olympics are coming.