Eternal Snow

Ok, I write poems from the people and the things I see, the things i know and the things I wish would happen to me. I am pretty young for this, but I am truly passionate about my writing. I might not write the things you all like, but we're all different. Review as honestly as you like, cos I have no idea how to. Anyway...

Eternal Snow
The snow is falling,
White flakes of wonder,
Littering our old earth

Creating a blank canvas,
free to fill it however we want to,
new hopes, new wishes,
a new page, a fresh start

The snow is falling,
making the land pure white,
pure enough to see lovers light,
exposing lost shadows,
seeing new buds peering out from underneath the frozen earth

The snow stops,
the night still,
but when we rise,
we will already have began to make our mark

Filling each new space,
the way we choose,
no doubts, no shaken heads,
just pure white, cold fingers, frozen footsteps,
whispered songs of the wind,
and young love as pure as winter snow

The snow melts,
but we never really forget

We always remember...
A kiss is as fragile as snow, but at eternal as the sun

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skutter11
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I liked it. It was a lovely poem and it really makes you think about how beutiful life can be.(Wow that was deep)

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BondGirl007
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Hey Nati, Bondgirl here to add another review for your lovely poem!

You've got pretty awesome visuals, and I love that it reminded me of a lot of the same thoughts I have when it snows. The one thing I would add to this would be you need to clean up the initiation, you have lots commas but no periods.

Other then that I really liked it! Good job, keep up the good work!

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L5na2
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the words that you used made it a beautiful visual. It stiirs a warm emotion in the heart



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