March Frost

Griffins and gargoyles, latching unto the snow encrusted mountain, shrieking their misery to the deaf sun.
The icicles on the world deaden the sound of falling snow.
Freezing winds hid tears of melancholy.
But the saints march on.





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Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 8, 2010 at 7:46 pm
I loved reading these beautiful words! It is written with wonderful creativity, and I love the idea behind the poem. It depicts, to me, the way that the world can be cruel and tough, and yet WE PERSEVERE!
 
Liquid_Sky This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Sept. 11, 2010 at 5:51 pm
Thank you so much! :)
 
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