ordinary passerby


The Magic Snow - Poem by ordinary passerby

In our city the snow never melts.
Usually it's
indistinguishable from the grass and asphalt.

In our city the sun always shines.
However, it's
often moonful
or
moonless.

In our city all live forever.
Sometimes
they pretend to be dead
and hide
among
roots.


Comments about The Magic Snow by ordinary passerby

  • Rookie - 133 Points Allemagne Roßmann (9/18/2011 1:22:00 AM)

    Great write.....very holy as it sounds and implies (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 133 Points Allemagne Roßmann (9/18/2011 1:20:00 AM)

    The myths of a city of wonder....i appreciate..well written (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 487 Points Patti Masterman (9/17/2011 12:48:00 PM)

    I like it I like it! Verymuch ;) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 17, 2011



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