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
DICE
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The first few seconds when I wake up are the best, my brain is not fully
engage and I feel happy. But then that’s it, the sad, empty lonely life I
lead ki...
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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