Snowflake Poem นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Now, open your eyes." Slowly opening my eyes, I find myself engulfed by twinkling snowflakes of different shapes and sizes. I stand up and stretch my hand out. A snowflake falls directly onto my palm. The rest of the snowflakes swirl around my small human frame as if I was a magnet before shaping themselves into a phoenix and ascending to hover over me. I watch it in awe. -"Naomi?" Matt's voice echoes through the air, causing me to lose concentration. The snowflake phoenix expands in size, its movement becomes erratic, and the temperature goes back up to standard. The majestic snowflake phoenix melts as its flight path crash with my chest. Water splashes all over me, making it look like I w

It read: "Camilla, in crimson I send my fire, A heart once cold now beats with desire. Though walls rise high and days are long, My passion waits, steadfast and strong." Is he for real? I couldn't stop the blush on my cheeks as I re read the poem. When did Maverick get so poetic. I took the poem and closed the pack before reading the sticky note at its back. “I follow the sky, yet wait where petals curl and fold.” Sky? Sunflower maybe?

Snowflake flew down to the end of the branch. Her body ached but she cracked a smile to reassure Snowflake whose head was bobbing like crazy. Her mind felt discombobulated, flashes of her father's face filled her mind. Veronica held her forehead, clumsiness was her forte at the moment. Snowflake squawked at her as a splash came from a couple of feet away. She got to her feet, and inspected the water's edge. A slimy bulge broke the water's surface. She poked it with a stick and fell back when it jumped up. She tossed the stick aside; the frog gave her a dirty look before croaking stroke hoping back into the stream. Snowflake flew onto her shoulder. "Well, that was weird." She said whilst Snow

Suddenly, an idea struck her, and she decided to finish the poem. The courtyard was filled with whispers, and Andrew sneered. "Selena wrote the poem, yet Miranda dares to copy it. Isn't that shameless? Her calmness is truly impressive!" "Lord Andrew, aren't you jumping to conclusions? I'm sure my poem and Selena's are different." Miranda's clear voice resonated. "Beyond the red river’s flow, where silent clouds do drift, A lone fortress stands among the peaks, so stern and stiff. The flute’s mournful song need not grieve willows' sway,

He is going to get this so wrong. "Flores crescere in vere. Vivaldi Nisi aquae de sero se foras mittetur. Cadent folia in autumno. Snowmen adepto constructum- in hyeme. Omnia sit circuit per circulos." he says in Latin. My jaw must be on the floor he can speak Latin beautifully. (Flowers grow in spring. Water gets thrown in Summer. Leaves Fall in Autumn. Snowmen get built-in Winter. Everything goes around in circles.) "Good, Brooke can you repeat this poem," Mrs. Stelch asks while writing down a new one.

She saw a large oil painting hanging on the wall, the image on it was a very beautiful girl, she was wearing a white dress, holding a bouquet of lilacs looking like a beautiful bride. At this moment, Sylvia saw what she had just touched and broke lying on the ground, an angel-shaped porcelain doll with gilded wings that looked very beautiful and delicate, seemingly a collectible. The doll had broken into many small pieces, unable to be mended again. “I… I didn't mean it!” She awkwardly bent down to pick it up, but was cut by a fragment, bleeding red in a large patch. Suddenly, a tall figure appeared out of nowhere, rushing in to push Sylvia away.

There was a look of awe in each of their eyes. This little girl might not be intimidating. What was really intimidating was someone who had been accompanying her. A formidable woman. Sure enough, in the next moment, the white snowflakes in the distance, which were flying rapidly, suddenly burned incredibly. The beautiful, translucent snowflakes turned into purple flames little by little and danced in the wind. Then the whole sky also began to turn purple, which was extremely weird. An extremely gorgeous figure slowly walked out of the flames, though she was a blur at first.

Dylan tried to convince her to give up her love but it failed. " But I can't stop loving him. I just can't." " If calamity befalls the land,you won't be spared by the people. They will attack you and oppose rulership. You wouldn't want that." Dylan said but it all fell on deaf ears.

I raised my hand once more, taking hold of Freya's cool fingertips. "Do you know? In Snowland, there are breathtaking ice flowers that bloom when the enchanting Aurora Borealis graces the sky, symbolizing holy and everlasting love. When I first saw that flower, I thought, 'I must bring you here to witness it with your own eyes; you'll surely love it.' If not for the accident, I believe I would have taken you there long ago. But now, it's not too late..." Freya's body stiffened as she fixedly gazed at me.

And then Knight whispered, ‘Caleb, look up. The blossom was dying. It fell from the trees, falling slowly, sadly, to the earth. I froze, a sob building in my chest as I watched the petals twirl to the ground. The once-green buds beside them withered, turning brown and drying out before they, too, tumbled down. A snowflake landed on my nose. It melted as it touched my skin. Another fell, then another. It was snowing again. It was snowing again. I fell to my knees. The moss was shrivelling up; I hit hard stone.