I really have not lived long enough to write a biography of myself, so I shall just tell you about myself. I am a sophomore in high school and I love to write poetry. I also love to write short stories, and I am hoping to be able to write an actual novel series at some point in my life. I love music and I play the cello at my school. I taught myself to play the violin in 8th grade. I love ... more »
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She Is Winter
She hovers above the soft ground,
Her dainty feet mere inches above the smooth earth.
The dress she wears shimmers,
Made of the smallest of ice crystals,
Woven together with the thread of frost.
Over it, she has the cloak of snow,
White and pristine, it hangs from her small frame,
Limp and unmoving, except for a gentle sway,
Made by the wind, in the dark of the night.
She is winter.
She sees a flower, a bright, colorful blossom,
Poking tentatively from the frozen grass.
Slowly, with careless grace, she bends down,
Looking at the little bloom, ...