I wouldn't say that this is the best thing I've ever written, but people seem to like it. I hope you do, too.
across icy meadow
she dances
on her stage
in her play
she steals hearts
with tiptoes
along glass
and dips into the smoothed
porcelain surface
in the crystal theater
beneath the snow
as shining eyes gaze in
shake up the globe and play it again
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Did you submit this in poetry class last semester? I love it. I think I need to find something negative to say about your writing or it all sounds like mere flattery! I'll work on that.
You should write a poem about an umbrella someday.
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