December 24, 2009
By Anonymous

They dance and sparkle,

Spinning around.
Swirling and twirling,

Making no sound.
Falling slowly,

Towards the ground.
They float silently,

round and round.
crowded together,

Yet all spaced about.
Each little snowflake,

Dreams without doubt.

The author's comments:
I decided to make this poem after the recent Snowfall I just went through. I looked up at the little things falling in synch and I just thought of this poem. This poem just describes my opinion and veiws of snow and how beautiful I think it is.

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on Jan. 18 2010 at 12:45 am
MaeRenee BRONZE, Woodbridge, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
"Why be miserable?"

thanky bestest best friend!!!

on Jan. 15 2010 at 8:18 pm
TheUnknownGuest GOLD, Woodbridge, Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
I can't remember it clearly, but it went something like this:

"The past is the past, the future is the furture. But now, now is like a gift, which is why it is called present."

This is beautiful, very, truely, beautiful.



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