Snowed in

We could spend our days

By the bottle

Letting the flames

Envelop our gazing eyes

The strong smell of homely pine

That gives us seats to sit on

While we watch virgin snow build outside

Ready for our eager feet

The next day

Author: Jack Bennett

Born in Torbay, living in Bristol. One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

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