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Today The snow looks like a roaring river With thousands of tiny fish Racing So that the clouds won't Eat them. When they fall on the ground They can finally rest On the other fish Resting too. Finally I can see it. Snow like the Ice Age. Where ... no one could see anything but snow. Where ... wild animals stormed everywhere. When I went outside Where the gusty winds stormed A snowflake slipped into my glove I observed it carefully It didn't stay long. I'm always going to keep this snowflake In my memories To remind me of this day. | |
Omisa is 10 years old and cites soccer, piano, and crafts amongst her many interests. She wrote this poem during a severe blizzard. The daughter of Nikunj and Madhulika Jinsi, she studies at Potomac Elementary School in Maryland. | |
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