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Guest crowgirl1126
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Beneath the fallen snow

Lies a grassy plain

Where once I buried hidden treasure

And splashed in mud puddles after rain

 

Just like my past

I covered up the mess

To pretend I knew nothing

And trick myself to be misunderstood

 

Behind my wall

I tremble in the shame

For I know I could have changed

And made more of who I am now

 

Still I will persist

To watch the falling snow

And see new children play

Fom behind my glass window

 

 

(Not about me)

Posted

Wow....

 

Crowgirl, I'm no expert, indeed far from it when it comes to poetry. But what I love to read is real emotion in words, and a certain strength in meaning.

 

This poem certainly meets the "two thumbs up" criteria. I really liked this, thanks for sharing.

 

- Justin

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I'm really interested in the rhythm of this poem. I feel like the music is perfect, but a couple of the last lines of stanzas have a slightly off feel. Ignore me, but if you said after the rain instead of after rain I feel liek the rhythm of the poem would be smoother.

 

Regardless I think the meaning is beautiful like the poem.

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