There's lies and meaningless things and kind things
Sometimes so similar it's hard to tell them apart
And why would you
The snow feels good on your face and the darkness safe
Hiding by opening up
Chosen parts
It's a lie your friend told you
When he found out
It's kind your other friend told you
Before she knew
To you it all felt meaningless
The snow turned to rain
Soaking your clothes and gluing your hair to your face
The sun started rising
You looked at me and said
Why?
There is so much that is economically suggested through your scattered recollections within It's Snowing. None if it seems clear to me, yet the point is that I want it to... Nice achievement, when you leave your reader wanting more like this.
A fine start with a nice poem, Mister. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written poem, Mr. D.