Still
The water is frozen
And seized in its tracks
As winter came walking out of its legacy
And now it is frozen in time
Her snow white cloak and crystal blue eyes
Her voice so mystifying
It stuns your very soul
As she walks calmly
Snowflakes fall
Building her a crown to the very tip
Shadows of the wind
Are seen in the pure white sheets of snow
The water is froze
The wind is seized
And all is still
danmartyjake1 commented on Still
02-28-2010
08-23-2009
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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