I read a new book, and this book was a poetry book. There was poem in this book, called The Seasons.
I made a connection with this poem in the book, because of what it was talking about.
The poem was called A Heavy Snow Fall By: Riu.
This poem connected with me because of what it was talking about, how when the world is all good and its winter time, the snow is covering everywhere in the world wide open for people to be able to see it. But there is no spot open to view it.
This in someway relates to me, when I am a nice, and lovely person. And I feel great inside, no one ever gets the chance to see me and that side of me. Even though the whole world knows I am capable of being that kind of wonderful person, no one ever sees it in me, because sometimes I am so closed up in side I never let people have a spot to see me.
Same with the snow. We all know that there is snow outside and its beautiful to look at, but we are all never able to view it, because there isn't a spot anywhere to view it. In winter time there is so much snow we are never able to get a good view of it anywhere. Like how the snow is so closed up inside, and needs to be more open I believe I need to do the same. This poem was written by an author who used the season as an analogy for how some people are like winter they are a heavy weight of beauty inside and out but because they are so closed in (meaning very deep, and not very open) you can never really get the chance to view the wonders of them, and in this case I happen to act like that.
I made a connection with this poem in the book, because of what it was talking about.
The poem was called A Heavy Snow Fall By: Riu.
This poem connected with me because of what it was talking about, how when the world is all good and its winter time, the snow is covering everywhere in the world wide open for people to be able to see it. But there is no spot open to view it.
This in someway relates to me, when I am a nice, and lovely person. And I feel great inside, no one ever gets the chance to see me and that side of me. Even though the whole world knows I am capable of being that kind of wonderful person, no one ever sees it in me, because sometimes I am so closed up in side I never let people have a spot to see me.
Same with the snow. We all know that there is snow outside and its beautiful to look at, but we are all never able to view it, because there isn't a spot anywhere to view it. In winter time there is so much snow we are never able to get a good view of it anywhere. Like how the snow is so closed up inside, and needs to be more open I believe I need to do the same. This poem was written by an author who used the season as an analogy for how some people are like winter they are a heavy weight of beauty inside and out but because they are so closed in (meaning very deep, and not very open) you can never really get the chance to view the wonders of them, and in this case I happen to act like that.
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