It truly is a winter wonderland out there. With a smattering of snow dusting the tops of trees and roads. Encasing the world in a tomb of white. Death breathes through the night air, beneath the rank odor is a faint sense also of something else- a slim sense of hope, and renewal. The ongoing cycle of life and death leading one into the other. Both with their own beauties, but for now it is the stark chill of winter that freezes my heart. Time freezes and takes all life with it, yet there’s still so much to see, to capture in memories while it lays there waiting.1
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unfinished as of yet. . .
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good begining. you could do quite a bit with this. I like how you describe winter. "Death breathes through the night air, beneath the rank odor is a faint sense also of something else- a slim sense of hope, and renewal." it sent chills up my spine. Good job. -
I like this piece. Though it discusses life and death through the comparison of winter, it is still light. I like to read poetry about the seasons, not the teenage-angst bullshit that I myself write. Nice piece. I look forward to the finished product.
Arielle Giselle -
Well, for being unfinished as of yet, it's very well written. I missed this winter this year. I live in a place that normally is a winter wonderland. .but this year it was a rainy waterland instead. lol this work makes me cold.
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