Frozen Poem by Sandra Martyres

Frozen

Rating: 5.0


Each little raindrop
Turned into an icicle
A coloured prism

With every cloud burst
Hale stones rained on the city
Dropping down chimneys

The little flowers
Quivered as the hale stones hit
And fell to the ground

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kesav Easwaran 07 July 2010

a poem warming up on lines not so frozen...good poetic picture...10

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