Best Poem of B.M. Gidde

Winter (Created By My Friend Aiden)
Frosted window panes prevent me from looking out,
Into the white collaboration of snow and trees
Excitement motivates me to travel out,
Onto the icy ground

The horizon is veiled from existence
By the relation of snow and clouds
My breath appears warm and crisp

The world gives a sigh of . . .
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Autumn
The fire blazes on the mountain tops,
Swallowing up all of the trees except pines.
The warm air has gone,
But the cold not yet come.
When I wake up,
Frost is lightly covering the browning grass.
When the sun rises high,
I can feel the icy breeze on my cheek and the golden warmth of the sun on my . . .
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