Snow

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A haiku about snow.
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Solitary flake
Slowly drifts down from above
Soon joined by close friends
My mind is my favorite place.




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Wow, I had a very clear picture of one lonely snowflake descending and landing with the rest of its snowflake friends. This poem since so short, is very welcoming to readers and you deliver a message just in those short lines.
Hope to hear (well read) more from you,
Erin
liquid sunshine isnt meant to be kept in a jar, but printed onto pages




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Hello! I really liked this. "Snow" was clear and concise... the tone was quiet but very well written. No unnecessary words. Definitely a "like it" from me. "Solitary" is an uncommon choice, and I'm glad that you didn't try to use any overly trite images.

Thanks for sharing this with us. See you around.

–antimelrose
Sabbatical isn't the right word, but it almost is.
loves like a hurricane/i am a tree/bending the weight of his wind and mercy/dcb
grace finds beauty in everything... makes beauty out of ugly things/U2




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Hi Strangegirl

I love haiku's, and your poem reminded me why. You created a beautiful picture using such a simple method of writing. I imagined the snow falling in my mind. I think your a great poet and you should definitely keep this up. I thought that you chose your words appropriately and none of it sounded out of line or wrong. Perfect. Ill definitely be "liking this".
-Matt




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Simplistic...yet full of complexity.
Prevalent...yet unique to any
Numerous...yet always singular

"Brava!"
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