Degrees dropping,
Ice shattering,
Like delicate glass,
In an arctic ending,
Mysterious black,
Blinding white,
Glowing blue,
Drifting in a star filled night,
Closed eyes, never opening,
Passing over the days,
Steps never taken,
Caught up in a phase,
Frozen solid,
Staring straight ahead,
With a thought paused in your mind,
Always stuck, on the line of dead,
What happened then,
Is happening now,
Frozen in a time,
Never knowing how.
wow. that's really good. i like it. i haven't seen snow since i was a year old, but i could see it with your poem.
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I would like to translate this poem
Listen to the other's comments, they critiqued you fine. I suggest you edit this and make 'artic' spelled 'arctic' I am sure that you meant to...