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Dance In The Snow

by Lauren Turner
copyright 12-18-2007


Age Rating: 10 +

Music starts
They go out
Hand in hand
What's this about?

As they dance
I sit on the side
I wave at them
I smile wide

The dance slows
The music is low
Words are exchanged
Things I don't know

No one to dance with
I'm here alone
No one wants me
I guess I'll go home

I walk outside
Snow is falling
No one will miss me
No one is calling

Snow is like me
I'm cold like ice
No one could love me
No one is that nice

Two of a kind
Me and the snow
Maybe I should leave
The wind starts to blow

Winter grabs my hands
The cold surrounds me
Someone is dancing
They're dancing with me

Words are exchanged
So sweet and kind
I can't see them
but they're here in my mind

I dance in the snow
When no ones there
Because someone is dancing with me.
But I don't know where.






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        04-30-2010     Emily Valle        

This was brilliant!
You took the reader along and made the reader fell like they were the ones there in that situation because we've all had those feelings before.
Watching someone happy and smiling because it is sweet, but being reminded of how lonely we ourselves feel, then those lines of hope. "Someone is dancing with me. But I don't know where." That was great. Someone out there would be perfect, they just have to be found. Great message! Great work!

        08-07-2009     Nivedita Rajan        

"Because someone is dancing with me.
But I don't know where."
~ those two lines are brilliant! i can imagine dancing on my own in the snow and then suddenly feel as though someone is dancing with me..it sounded oddly sorrowful but haunting at the same time. i hope i can write as beautifully as you one day!

        05-23-2009     Wayne Thomas        

Hi! Coming back to this piece, I find it grows on me. I know very well what it means to be lonely, and what it means to sit on the sidelines, pretending to have a good time when really you're eating your heart out wishing you could be having fum like the others. So simple a piece, yet so profound. Thanks, Wayne



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