The winds are picking up, the sun shines bright.
Everything is dancing, happy and free
Everything is green, nothing out of sight.
But time catches up, everyone starts to flee
Grass looses color and leaves start falling
Everything stops, life is getting lonely.
And for their mothers, children are calling
And mothers live for their children only
Its getting colder, everything is white
The water frozen, the beaches empty
Death is immanent, but maybe there might
Be hope for this land so cold and empty
But then we hear drops of water falling
We can hear life is once again calling.
Submitted: July 05, 2007
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we were certainly on the same wave length ... well done on your part as well!... write on my friend!
Thu, July 5th, 2007 5:12amNice poem, love the imagery.
Just as a pointer, look at your rhytm of your poem.
Keep it going, if you break it too much, you make it difficult to read.
Keep writing
Shinjin
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Very nicely written. Descriptive and hopeful. Keep up the good work.
Thu, July 5th, 2007 5:11amAuthor
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Thank you for the feedback... I was begining to think i wasn't any good when no one commented XD
Thu, July 5th, 2007 8:44pm