I sat on the window sill
I thought to myself
What the angels thought of me
As they watched from up above
As I danced in the pure white
And the glistening glaciers around me cracked
As I twirled my hair and ran for my family
I ran home
My hand freezing and my feet now bare.
My shoes under my bed and a book in my hand
The snow around me gave me new sight
To look at earth a different way
And not with fright
To go outside and enjoy the starry nights
To sing lullabies and melodies
To dream a dream
In the cold, winter breeze
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PoetryI hope to inspire everyone with my poetry. I want people to be able to relate. My poetry is just how I feel in that moment. Happy, sad, angry. Poetry is my therapy and you will find that you are not alone. I hope my poetry can be a therapeutic treat...
