Snow sparkles like <br />sand, magnifying the <br />winter sun's temerity. <br /> <br /> <br />Sky, the most <br />triumphant turquoise. <br />Thermometer, the perfect <br />ten degrees Fahrenheit. <br /> <br /> <br />Biscotti crumbs <br />beneath my tonguw <br />gently hum.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/listening-to-strauss-while-dead/
