There is so much noise
It makes my head spin and eyes go blind
And so I dream of the days
When I camped the night
In the foothills of snowy mountains
In my dreams I would wake
And snowflakes would kiss my face
When I reach out to catch them
Magically they all fade away
And in my dreams I would fly
On a snow horse over to
The peak of the white mountain
Where the sprinkles of light shower
With snow from the cerulean sky
Binding the air in a wonderous spell
And in the cadence of light
I let my worries float away
And all the noise goes away!
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Unpublished Poems
PoetryI had worked on my poem one whole summer, perfecting the story and structure and rhyme and rythym. And when he read it he asked, 'Why don't you write about what you feel when you can write very well? I mean all that goes on in your head, that rage i...
