Poetry:1
The seasons
Spring is a morning
Everything is coloured
People dance under sunlight
Cherry blossoms carry friendly wind
Summer is an afternoon
Everything is burned
People lay down under sunshine
Cumulonimbus carries angry thunder
Autumn is an evening
Everything is harvested
People are delighted with cheerful festivals
Falling leaves carry calm sunset
Winter is a night
Everything is cloaked under darkness
People are buried with warm blankets
North wind carries taciturn snowmen
22 Mar 2006 22:07
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pfff! i'm speechless.. great. i'm carried away with the seasons! i like the way you relate a season and its features to human's behavior.. it's like a cycle.. from birth to die.. (sorry if it wasnt as you intended.. but once you wrote things and being published, the meaning is no longer yours..) good work! oh one more thing, the first poem.. it's better to say 'nor mine' instead of 'nor my fault'
22 Mar 2006, 23:38
Thanks Ika! I like that one too. That's why I put it at the end. I spent quite a lot for planing this.
And as you know others may not be my style, hehehe. They are sooooo girlish and romantic. But believe me! I'm romantic, nobody says that though,....
23 Mar 2006, 00:31
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