A/N: Ah-ha poem number 5 of 12! Please enjoy this poem dancers, actors, and actresses! But honestly, I hate winter. This poem required two metaphors, (if you don't understand what I'm talking about see poem number one: Opposites.) Please review!

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Midnight Winter's Dance

Dancing on their invisible stage

Falling down

Playing, chasing, lightly tossed

The sky is crying cold tears, of snow

Dancing about the sky

Gracefully, slowly, coming down

Different, unique, like the people below

Their death is beauty, dancing down

To the ground where they lay

Trampled by the people below

The sky is crying cold tears, of snow

Beautifully, while the people hurry by

Frosty cold air, stings their cheeks

The winter breeze, playing their tricks again

Throwing the dancers about their stage

Playing, dancing, lightly tossed

The wind blows them about,

Dancing, twirling, here they come

Fall to the ground, end the song, take a bow

The snow is done, the snow has fallen

The sky drys its tears, and lovingly smiles

Leaving a moonlit path, and a blanket of snow

As the people hurry, walking about their stage below

The dancers retrun

The sky is crying cold tears, of snow

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A/N: This was one of my favorites before I wrote poem number eleven, it seemed so pretty at the time! I think it was also snowing when I wrote this as well. (Thinking) Please review!

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