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Standing
Lost in the snow
Try and catch just one on the tongue
It melts so fast
But thoughts continue to cycle
And the wind to blow
Exhaling smoke
A feeling of importance
Standing there all night
Watching all shuffle past
Never noticing the beauty
Of a pure night
When all is refreshed and clean
It slows down the people
The city becomes confused
But standing there, just exhaling
Trying to catch that perfect flake
I feel perfect solitude
Try and catch just one on the tongue
It melts so fast
But thoughts continue to cycle
And the wind to blow
Exhaling smoke
A feeling of importance
Standing there all night
Watching all shuffle past
Never noticing the beauty
Of a pure night
When all is refreshed and clean
It slows down the people
The city becomes confused
But standing there, just exhaling
Trying to catch that perfect flake
I feel perfect solitude
Published 21st Apr 2011
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22nd Apr 2011 00:28am
i did not experience any depth while reading it, though while still being lost in the snow and your constant search of a 'perfect flake' made me loved the poem.
22nd Apr 2011 8:53pm
I do not expect many will feel any Depth while reading this poem....I can't explain why I wrote it this way but the absence of it in this poem seems to fit
Thanks for the comment! It means alot
Thanks for the comment! It means alot
