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My English PoemCategory: My Poetry
Saturday, 7 March 2009
08:55:15 AM (GMT)
].[Winter Wonderland].[
Me xD

Once upon a dark and dreary day
The clouds were truly small and gray
I watch as the tiny
 White flakes fell onto the ground.
My eyes watched the snow fall upon the grass

As if to drown it.
The wind was as cold as ice.
Could this be the chill that killed
Miss Annabel Lee?

I watched as she sat in the chair
Watching the fire
Sipping her tea.
Her eyes were like the snow itself,
Like the blanket I stood in.
In this Winter Wonderland
She became the world.
Her eyes were the sky,
Her tears- The flakes.

One could say that there is no sound
As the snow falls but I hear it all.
I hear the flakes hit the ground
The snow being her beautiful hair but wait
Over there amongst the falls is it unaffected.
Amongst the falls is where her hair has been untouched.

Upon hitting her short white hair
The flakes slowly went away.
'Tis was the end of the Beautiful season,
The season of Winter.
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].[My friend's Version of my Poem].[

This day is dreary and dark
The clouds are small and gray
I watch as flakes fall - white as stark.
The grass has been drowned, I would venture to say.
The wind is cold as ice.
Could this be the chill that had killed
Miss Annabel Lee, and held her in a vice?

Her gaze was set on the fire,
While she was sipping her tea.
Her eyes were like the snow itself, dire,
Like the blanket of a white sea.
In this Winter Wonderland
Her eyes were the sky,
The cold made by her hand.
And her tears, the flakes which could fly.

One would say there is no sound,
But, snow falls and I hear it.
I hear the ice as it hits the ground,
The snow- her beautiful hair and wit.
Amongst the falls it is unaffected.
Amongst the falls, her hair has not been touched.

Upon hitting her short white hair
The flakes faded in their glorious splendor,
And so stole away the beautiful air.
The end of the season of Winter.


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