A Snowy Dream

A Snowy Dream

A Poem by Benyoucef
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Feb 4th, It snowed in Boumerdes,Algeria, where I study, and since it's a city on the coast line, it was a sight to see, and a poem to write

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Oh white veil that has come upon

this sad grey spot of misery

You used to fly so high above

What brought you down ?, what trickery ?

Why would you drop so clean and bright

then melt away and drain ?

Is there a moral I can’t get ?

Or is this all in vain ?

Why not just hang beneath the clouds

and stay unharmed and single ?

Why would you fall and hurt yourself

just to say Hi and mingle ?

 

“Oh mortals, how you see the world !!”

The white veil did reply

“There is to life more than you think

beyond to live and die

Look at the kids joyfully play

and form me into balls

As much as I’m melting away

so is sadness as it falls

Look at those smiles around the fire

Look at those dads and moms

It’s time they knew the sky can drop

more than those deadly bombs

 

You locked a child inside your soul

and kept him in for ages

Look how one little frozen ball

can break his iron cages

I am that bad boy in your class

that said that school is out

Today, no cars, no trucks can pass

Until we end this bout

 

It’s time you saw the world in white

It’s not that hard at all

Start from below, unlike I do

because I always fall !!”

 

 

As I woke up, there was no veil

only some signs of ice

So I sank back to sleep again

that  snowy dream was nice

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2012 Benyoucef


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Very nice. I really liked the way you set up this poem. It was truly a very well written poem!

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Benyoucef
Benyoucef

Ain Oussera, Djelfa, Algeria



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