Nature's requiem
for the darkness
of humanity.
Each snowflake turns
and turns again.
Touches the corruption
and wanders away--
black as night
and still as pure
as when it fell.
A contest entry
- Covering A Season Of Sin - three hours by CarolDesjarlais.
700 points, ended December 7, 2007, 7 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
please tell me what this makes you feel
Comments
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Oh I love the thought of it touching the corruption and then wanders away..perhaps, smudged, but still of pure intent.
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nice write. That black snow causes a lot of negative things to happen. the only problem is how can we stop it from falling? best of luck in the contest.




