Poetry | Emotion | Moody weather
It Is Evening All Morning
A day at a snow beach
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1 min readMay 9, 2024
It is evening all morning,
It is raining snow.
It would snow all day,
And I will be home all along.
The snow-trucks are moving,
The snow residues are flying.
The tiny gravels are dancing on the snow floor,
Soon to be frozen till the spring knocks the door.
People are walking so carefully,
Watching their steps as if it will make them slide-proof.
Trembling hearts and scared eyes,
All heading home, but hurrying is unwise.
The snow truck has moved out of sight,
Still, I can hear it roar and squeak.
In a noble accent so lucid and so sweet,
I start to yawn, it seems a better time to get some sleep.
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