Winter.

Winter.

A Poem by Luke Cazalet-Smith

When I regretfully gazed upon the isolated icicles, eluding themselves from a state of serenity, I deemed it impossible and perhaps inconceivable to conjure a concept of more tragedy and sorrow.

For there not a more suited representation of the heart I had once laid before her, sealed within the soul of such sinister nature. Perpetually preserved in a final act of sheer desperation.

I know that Winter approaches. Not by the alteration of seasonal scenery that Humanity has become accustomed to. No. I know of her pursuing due to the emptiness that exists within the fragments that was once my heart.

© 2014 Luke Cazalet-Smith


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Luke Cazalet-Smith
Luke Cazalet-Smith

Gillingham, Kent, United Kingdom



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I am not a writer. Nor do I claim to be. I am merely a young man with a mind suffused with words, attempting to put them to paper. I hope you enjoy what it is I am fortunate enough to conjure. more..

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