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As I sit in the classroom,
staring out the window.
The first snowflake,
Of winter falls.
As it floats, it gloats,
Because it is the first,
To land. The firs, to stand,
On the land, as is planned.
The first, to flee, to the tree.
The first, to see, how its life,
Shall be. The first, to be,
Seen by me.
As I sit in the classroom,
staring out the window.
The time passes slowly.
My mind, in a haze.
I stare, in a daze, my eyes,
glazed. By the snow,
I am amazed.
Not that i have never
Seen snow before.
Its just, the snow,
how much beauty, I’ve never saw.
How i do adore, the beauty,
Never realized, Never saw,
Before.
 Poetic_Indulgence · Sun Jan 13, 2008 @ 12:28am · 1 Comments |
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