A Snow Angel In Wyoming
A Snowy Sonnet
My Muse told me it was very cold and this phrase came to mind.
The music is one of Chip Taylor's finest songs performed by P.P. Arnold.
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She May Be Cold, Her Heart Is Warm
And There Is Snow In Wyoming
I Will Cuddle Her, In The Storm
Weβll Hold Each Other, Weβre Glowing
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Snowflakes Are Cool, Silvery White
With My Angel, Sharing Our Warmth
To See Her Smile, Lights Up My Life
As The Snow Falls,She Pulls Me Close
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Autumn Gives Way To Snow Showers
We Hold Each Other Close For Hours
Purring Like Cats, Feeling Happy
My Snow Angel Is Holding Me
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My Snow Angel In Wyoming
Takes My Heart And She Makes It Sing
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Comments (4)
Beautiful!
Lovely piece. Well done.
Awww she makes your heart sing. That's so sweet!
Spectacular snow poemππππ