Every virgin snowfall is a spectacle.
Tiny crystalline drops with a myriad patterns
Surround us in the purest of fantasylands.
I am glad to share this night with you
Because your gentle lips taste as sweet
As the delicate snowflakes that rest upon my tongue.
Author notes
Starstruck
A contest entry
- 50 words: Winter by whiterabbit..
500 points, ended November 27, 2008, 28 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Nice poem. Love the imagry,good luck in the contest.
