Falling Snow

Snow,
Trees sway,
Winter sings,
Pale,dying skies,
As I sit before,
This window pane,watching
Souls fall out of my sky, they
Whisper a soft hello slowly,
I press my hand against the cold pane,
Wishing I could just fall from the pale sky.





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BaiLiHua This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 14, 2010 at 1:02 pm
It was a beautiful poem. I do think you used "sky" more often than necessary, which made it sound rather repetitive, but it was a very gentle, sweet piece.
 
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