A Poem I Wrote When I Was 13

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Here is another poem I would love to share with you guys. I wrote it when I was 13.

Winter
written by Hilary Renée


Myriad frolic children,
Outside, Outside,
On the pavement,
Playing in the melted puddles-
Of snow with joy and excitement.

The blossoms are visible
Again, again
In the Cherry Blossoms Trees-
That have once been-
Enduring Winter’s dancing moments
Until the very End...

Children are no longer doleful,
But are experiencing ardor,
Because the imperious-
Dire of Winter
Is now no more.


Please share any thoughts and/or comments !

This poem is beautiful. It mixes happiness with isolation. Good job!

I would tend to agree: a prodigious work for 13!