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Nov 2011 · 596
Winter
SoFiA dRoUgAs Nov 2011
The snow, falling from the heavens as gracefully as butterflies in the spring,
dusts the trees, the grass, the bushes
the snowflakes are like flower petals, delicate yet beautiful
each unique in their own special way, not one alike
swirling down, landing on my nose, eyelashes, lips
I twirl in the powdered sugar, the world disappearing around me
I pick up a handful of perfect, glistening white snow, and pack it into a ball
I take a bite, and the cold feels tingly on my toungue
winter is finally here.
Nov 2011 · 559
Winter
SoFiA dRoUgAs Nov 2011
The snow, falling from the heavens as gracefully as butterflies in the spring,
dusts the trees, the grass, the bushes
the snowflakes are like flower petals, delicate yet beautiful
each unique in their own special way, not one alike
swirling down, landing on my nose, eyelashes, lips
I twirl in the powdered sugar, the world disappearing around me
I pick up a handful of perfect, glistening white snow, and pack it into a ball
I take a bite, and the cold feels tingly on my toungue
winter is finally here.
Apr 2010 · 487
a simple gift
SoFiA dRoUgAs Apr 2010
Like a tornado, it has power

Or it can be as gentle as a spring flower

Very easy to get when you are young

Everyone in the world needs this gift.

It is the gift of love
Apr 2010 · 747
Dancing in the Rain
SoFiA dRoUgAs Apr 2010
the sound of rain enchants my soul
the smell of spring
the sound of rain drumming against my window
the sweet smell of flower buds
being drenched by the subtle downpour

i can't resist.

i run outside
i dance like it was my only chance to stay alive
i feel the cool drops against my face
i am showered by the sweet smell of the rain
i love dancing in the rain!
Apr 2010 · 827
A World of Darkness
SoFiA dRoUgAs Apr 2010
I wake, wishing, wanting, waiting for a new day
it seems as if the golden beams coming from heaven will never shine
as if the mockingbird will never sing
as if the hope of light is only a dream

i sit and stare
into the vast darkness of the world around me
in the world around me there is no hope
there is no light
there is only darkness
there is only darkness
i was writing this poem in a dark room which gave me the idea of a world of darkness

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