Whene'er the snow comes falling down
to rest upon the ground,
and there within each frozen flake
can memories be found,
whene'er Jack Frost doth bring the wind
with snow the mountains crowned,
such memories do come to me
to bring me sleep so sound.
A contest entry
- UUUUUUMMMM, anything goes. Make me feel what you feel. by RanaeS.
500 points, ended February 17, 2008, 19 entries
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This poem was astound...
...ing.
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