Million men stong

by mistake   Feb 22, 2005

Feeling snow upon your face,
as into the storm you run and chase.
One hundred million flying soldiers,
that land on your arms and shoulders.
Falling pieces of soft rain,
from the clouds they do waned,
like ballerinas dancing down,
landing softly on the ground.
Settling and sinking to the earth,
while the clouds above still give birth.
An endless torrent the clouds did make,
this endless torrent of the snowflake.


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  • 17 years ago

    by Tammy

    I really thought that was a great poem . It flowed well, except this part didn't seem to "fit" in this poem.

    falling pieces of soft rain
    from the clouds they do Wyne

    That kinda threw it off a bit, buy all in all I'd have to say it was still great.
    Take care & God bless!

    • 1 year ago

      by mistake

      Thank you, I made a spelling mistake

  • 18 years ago

    by Mel

    Hey, thanks for commenting on my poem. You have talent and imagination. Nice one, James.

  • 18 years ago

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  • 18 years ago

    by The Angel of Secrets

    another wonderful poem:) You have true talent

  • 18 years ago

    by shannon

    another awesoqme have a serious talent

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