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Ethan Xu Poem
Ponds shiver beneath the ice,
whispers of frozen paradise.
Oh, so daring, with much vigilance,
he crawls on the ice with a frozen dance.
From climbing a slippery slide,
to surfing down a mountainous tide.
Ice protests, in bumps on his ride,
as he fumbles forward, in frosty freight.
Caught in the pond's icy grip,
where he thought the ice was firm, no slip,
but with a quiet scream, a gentle slash,
SPLASH.
In the wrath of chill,
he had thought,
ever so shaken, ever so still:
“Oh, how terribly fun this had been.”
Copyright © Ethan Xu | Year Posted 2024
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Ethan Xu Poem
Clouds stood clear of the gloomy,
yet so calm sky.
Small whispers of winter bounced
through people’s ears.
Nature kept its breath,
letting out the slightest of sighs;
its face so red,
finally let go of its breath.
As if a loud music had started,
awaking the clouds' deafening sleep.
Got them roaming over the world,
with a dark, crazed rage.
It starts with a shudder,
that turned to spat,
As the drops of water fell,
with a small little ‘Splat’.
Copyright © Ethan Xu | Year Posted 2024
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