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A Poem wrote:Snow is falling all around,
Down and down and down and down.
A creature is stirring,
Looking 'round.
And his hope is falling,
Down and down and down and down.
He hops through the snow,
A fox- reborn!
A new creature,
He enjoys the storm.
But when the sun comes out,
And the snow fades away,
This new found creature
Will pray and pray.
And one day,
Perhaps,
If he is lucky enough,
The snow will keep falling,
Forever, it must.
Likes wrote:~Snow
~Snow Storms
~Blizzards
~Snowflakes
~Avalanches..of snow.
~Anything to do with snow.
~Snow
Dislikes wrote:~Warmth
~Other people and creatures
~The sun
~Loudness
A One Way Conversation with A Siberian Winter wrote:Hello! Yeah, I'm Siberia. It's good to meet you, I guess? I hope I don't scare you...yes, I appear cold. But I have a scarf, I'm fine! What's that, you ask? Poem? Yeah, I right quite a few with those. I like to paint with words. Yeah. So, how are you...?
Winter was hard for Flurry.
It was the season she left, and everything reminded him of her.
Even his name.
She had loved winter, spending countless hours in the snow,
reveling in its beauty, so naturally when she met Flurry, she
was awe-struck. never had she met a JMD that so embodied
winter, that was so truly...cold.
Not just in appearance too; Flurry was an emotionless JMD
when he met her, without much reason to show happiness.
He had just been recovering from his brother's tragic death
in a mining accident, and so he supposed not feeling
anything was better than being sad.
When he was with her though, his beautiful, summer girl, he
was happy, or as happy as he could be. They would spend
hours upon hours talking, revealing secrets and explaining
quirks about themselves, enjoying the company, but as Flurry
warmed up to her, she grew distant.
She had been attracted to his stoic, cold appearance and drawn
in by his troubled past, but as his true nature had been revealed,
not as the passive JMD she knew, but as a self-sacrificing,
passionate one, she felt less inclined to spend time with him.
This was not the dragon she knew, not the dragon she loved,
and so one day, she left him.
Just like that. She was gone, her parting gift? A scarf.
Flurry was devastated, but as spring rolled by, his broken
heart started to mend, and he did his best to stay true to
himself, he wouldn't enter into the dark time he had been
in before her, for he was whole now, or partly at least.
The scarf she gave him has rested in his possession ever
since and has been worn everyday.
As cold as the wind that blows in the dead of winter,
Unexpected like a snowflake landing on your nose
You wish for the past to disappear,
But instead it stays;
cold, cold, cold
Have you ever looked behind you,
And expected someone there?
But the only thing you notice
is cold, cold, cold,
All alone, out there.
Just try to let your past go,
And it'll stick to your fingers like frosty snow
Biting at the tips of your fingers
Reminding you of how
Cold, cold, cold.
Cold, cold, cold
You'll never let go.
Cold, cold, cold,
Just please,
Try to let go.
~By Jaded;; { Thanks C: }
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