The Icy Touch

April 7, 2009
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The wisp of the wind,
the cold winter day,
the icicle drips down out of sight.

The dazzling sun,
The cloudless blue sky,
The cold, crystal surface
Is slowly fading away

Winter is ending,
And so is my joy,
For soon will come summer
Goodbye winter and the beauty it brings.





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ShahiroThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Mar. 21, 2013 at 4:58 pm
I think this poem is beautiful!! Nice work. My best friend's favorite season is winter - I think shes a little crazy... ps. I think the last line could use a little workshop though... it doesn't quite flow   Pss. Pleaz check out my work????? =D
 
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