Snows On My Hand
Once i hold a snow in a very cool home
I helped my myself abroad.
not once but all along
Just for sunday call,
i fell to dissolve thirty balls.
.snow on my hand,
small as
teddy bear i fell the warm only to my hand.
still to a steed i am dying here.
for my arm will only bear,
this hungry snow of TORRONTO
poem by Ebi Robert
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