Descending SoulsA Poem by BryänTombs 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, © 2013 Bryän |
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Added on February 4, 2013Last Updated on February 4, 2013 Tags: winter, falling snow, nature, musing AuthorBryänGermantown, WIAboutHey, 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..Writing
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