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April 7, 2009
Quiet whispering and bored stares
out the window,
where tiny snowflakes
float and twirl
toward the ground.
They will cease to
exist once they touch
the too-warm ground.
When does the bell ring?
No one knows.
Subjects drift toward the
scene out
the window.
The snow.
Will we get a break
tomorrow?
No one knows.
© Thomas S., Portville, NY
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amyxu said...
on Jun. 15 2009 at 7:26 pm
Hey I was browsing Teen Ink and I came across your poem. Wow, can I relate to that feeling or what?!?! Good job!
