Look........
The gleaming white snow covered yhe ground,
Star sparkled in crisp,
Crystal Snowfakles,
All over trees and mountain,
Listen.........
The falling of the white snow,
Brought the street to become colder,
No sound could be hear,
No light was shining,
Like the street was haunted,
The slow movement of people,
Makes me to think about ghost,
With white dress and sharp teeth,
Made me to afraid and scared,
But winter is always special.
'The slow movement of people, Makes me to think about ghost, With white dress and sharp teeth, Made me to afraid and scared, But winter is always special.' O how nice is the last stanza, beauatiful imagery.
your winter landscapes descriptions could have been improvised...........better and make it shivers right to the spines butta, a virgin piece is always nice n sweet.keep writing bro.! ! ! A+ and 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
go outside and be a ghost and shiver to unforgiving cold. md. lovely poem