Descending Souls

Descending Souls

A Poem by Bryän

Tombs of frozen wastes from Heaven;

Earth’s self-constructed sepulcher of ice;

Enter the connotations of Winter.

But not this eve,

Not this eve does that ring true.

Hundreds, thousands,

Millions of deftly constructed souls descend.

How they dance!

How they mesmerize!

Perpetually, the soundtrack of the Wind

Carries the pure white souls.

And with innocence,

Paint the world with their resting

And complex bodies.

Laying in a mournful silence,

They await to retreat,

And to descend again,

Dancing and enthralling all watchers.

© 2013 Bryän


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Dude, you have a killer way with words. Well done man!!

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Tags: winter, falling snow, nature, musing

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Bryän
Bryän

Germantown, WI



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Hey, I'm Brian. Just a guy that enjoys playing bass, singing, composing, and of course writing. I started writing at the age of 12 after realizing I couldn't stop thinking about a certain dream I had.. more..

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