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A Snowy Place Of Remembrance

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A Snowy Place Of Remembrance

As I stand here alone in the cold wet snow; watching it come down all around its quiet a show.
My fingers are frosty and my face is a cold shade of blue; my toes feel like ice; yet this quiet , peaceful place to me is like  paradise;  from what I have seen once before in a dream  from when I was a younger teen  .
 

White and puffy flakes feel like feathers in my hand; the heavier snow engulfs my dark clothes in a sheet of white creating a blank canvas of the pure white; as clear as a  image of a dove in flight.
Snow is snowing down all round and their not a sound to be had; apart from the echoing wind that seems too surround like a storm of sound which blows my clothes and hair around.
 
I look up at the sky but there’s no detail in sight just a sky of white like a dime light. I see trees  that once  gleamed  green back in the summer and spring now nothing more than  bare trunk’s so empty  from the leaves it once used too bare; from the branches that now seem to lead  nowhere.
This forest once filled with small creatures and birds now empty expect for one living thing a lone boy taking in this majestic scene where animals had once been.
With everything around so silent; its Like are world of violence thought out the ages has written its final pages and brought about a end to are world of violence and bloodshed ; A world where everyone but me is dead  .
 
I feel like I’m the last living being left on our planet; no birds no bees only little old me in this magical world of white I feel I can take flight; and be free not held down by the clutches of are harsh society. 
This snowy place will allways hold a special memory for me; A remembrance to  that snowy place I've once been. 

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  1. Date: 1/20/2013 5:21:00 PM
    Nice featured poem~SKAT

  1. Date: 1/20/2013 9:10:00 AM
    Good morning Marko, :-) Congratulations with your featured poem of the week. Take care and have yourself a lovely Sunday.... always & forever *LINDA

  1. Date: 12/30/2012 7:36:00 PM
    Hey thier I have not been on this in sometime thankyou all for lovely comments I will be posting more up soon :)

  1. Date: 6/21/2012 6:57:00 AM
    Hello fellow Irish person? Lovely poem. So familiar.Like our rain is also special in it's softness. There's a poem about Ireland bubbling in me too. I can feel it,like the sensation mothers get with the first flutterings of movement in utero. Why so silent since? Jean

  1. Date: 6/15/2012 12:08:00 PM
    A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Marko. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 6/11/2012 2:28:00 PM
    lovely, imaginative, full of imagery. thank you for sharing!! Happy Writing!!

  1. Date: 6/10/2012 9:03:00 PM
    I enjoyed your beautiful story of snow and self discovery, it is interesting and full of beauty, thank you for sharing your insights with us, luv vie