The Magic Snow Poem by ordinary passerby

The Magic Snow

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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 OF THE POEM
Allemagne Roßmann 18 September 2011

Great write.....very holy as it sounds and implies

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Allemagne Roßmann 18 September 2011

The myths of a city of wonder....i appreciate..well written

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Patti Masterman 17 September 2011

I like it I like it! Verymuch ;)

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