The SnowA Poem by Trevor BarnettFalling at a terminal velocity From the ether we fall at a speed that is Slow What is my purpose, my destiny Inevitable fate befalls the Snow Colliding with the other frosty white souls Scattered across the ground sparkling like bright white Gold We're born in a season that is dead How can something so white and pure be Cold Like vampires the sun is our infirmity Dawn approaches illuminating hues of Wry The epiphany before my death Is everything is impermanent Why
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7 Reviews Added on February 18, 2014 Last Updated on February 18, 2014 AuthorTrevor BarnettGlencoe, ALAboutMy name is Trevor Barnett; and, writing is a hobby of mine. My true passion is art; that being said, I will be attending Savannah School of Art and Design(SCAD) this fall for animation. If there's any.. more..Writing
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