Saturday, January 23, 2010

The Old Man Is Snoring

In the winter,
The old man sleeps.
His hair turn white,
And his face dark.
He breathes ice.

All the while,
A crown is placed upon his head,
By an adventurous wanderer.
Not signifying royalty,
But submission.
The old man sleeps,
In the winter.

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