Published September 19, 2009
Little White, what art thou?
Thy brothers and sisters
They fall on trees, the land,
And the palm of my hand.
Little White,
From whence didst thou come?
From heaven didst thou fall?
Dost thou belong to the angels?
Art thou the shine that dost dust their wings?
Or, from the silence thou createst here,
Perhaps thou art that which conceals the sound of angles flight,
And, as thou coverest the land,
Perhaps thou art that which conceals them from sight!
Little White,
Thy shine decorates the wind
And adorns the land
As it falls on trees, leaves,
And the palm of my hand.
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It was really well written and the old english language you used was really good how you you used it. Keep it up!!
This is nice, I like it.
Using words rarely used these days..ha
but that is just what makes it unique...
Its really good,
Keep up the good work...
*sigh* cute...
you ask questions about little novelties
you open a window and show us a landscape
the door remains locked...
the reader is marroned like a sick child in room
with their shakespeare sibling and watch the world fall down.
the poem is pure and gentle
but I prefer scenery accompanied by my footsteps jarring jolts.
if the unexamined life is not worth living
than the un-traveled world is not worth living in.
that's my personal opinion...
Wow. That was quite interesting. I like the shakespearean writing. It makes the poem so much more lovely. Great job with describing the snow. I really liked this ^_^