Wednesday, January 14, 2015

                 
                               

Winter


The swirl of the snow
It burns my hands at the touch 
World burns around me 

































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  1. JillianJanuary 28, 2015 at 2:35 PM

    Great use of color, Olivia. The blue makes me feel frozen in this snowstorm. And I love the "cutting" you did in the poem. The world burning around us came as quite a surprise.

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