I write poetry all the time and I figure it's time I let people actually see it.

Want to be free,

fly in the sky,

in the snow,

to the heaven above.

Let it fall through the holes

left in my skies.

Let it fill in the empty spaces.

Let the perfection in for a lifetime.

May the Night claim me

For an eternity,


only for the wonder

of a spin in the white.

- Faerie

I wrote this today when it started snowing at school.

The End

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