Oh,
Beautiful blinding snow,
Frosting on thy window.
Oh,
Violent falling sleet.
Blind me with your white - blue hue.
Frosted in my frozen stare.
The crystal color of ice stays in my eye.
When summer comes,
This memory,
Like a faded ohotograph,
Will come back in sepia.
While the blizzard starts,
So does the art
Of painting,
Oh wonderful painter,
Capture me a moment worth millions.
Oh
Beautiful blinding snow.
Frosting on my window.
Author notes
It sucks, I know THIS. Hey, at least you didn't get the emo one where 'red overlaps with white'.
Eck.
A contest entry
- Ages 13 and Under - Winter Days by Amunet Wolfbane.
300 points, ended December 15, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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If it sucks, why should I read it? (shrugs).
But I don't think it did. -
awesome. hell yeah.
haha, my poetry should bih.
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