Winter
The storm tears the flowers apart
As they strive to find the sun
In vain they stretch but soon lose heart
As the winter has begun
They sink down towards the ground
As their source of hope drifts away
Light and heat will not be found
And all colours fade to grey
Put on that happy face
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I walked slowly but purposely up that long wooded hill, the sun leaving
streaks of narrow light as if showing me the route to my final destination.
Peopl...
5 years ago
1 comment:
sweet, melancholic words. imagine them on a music ... a tender music, delicate as an echo ...
brava Polly
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