Eyes, following the white dancers in the sky
My hand, outstretched, to catch them
Small, light, so innocent fingertips
When they touched the palm, they turned pink
Disgraced from the sky
Onto Earth you shall remain
Until you can create the innocence once more
Eyes, following the white dreams in the night sky
Please tell me what you think
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10/10
I love it. Good simple vocab, nothing too fancy or anything less. Clean grammer, you had me focused without typical errors. Nice background, seems to match the winter feel of this poem. I like it. I really do and i would read more from you. Beautiful piece all together. Keep writing. -
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Thank you for your comment
I would love to return to favor! Also I am glad you enjoyed it.
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I love snow, and looks like we are going to get more of it next week, and that thrills me.
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Lucky! We never get snow down here, which is why I can only dream.
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