The White ForestA Poem by AprillePart One (story in a poem)I From faraway, He is staring at me…
Winter owl Winter trees Would you tell me who is he? Of such cold, cold eyes I have no memory.
And this thing I hold, I wonder why I even have it They say it is a sword What for? I don’t know.
Winter sky, Is it supposed to be freezing? Why do I feel nothing?
Oh white snow, Why drink so much?
That red liquid,
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Added on August 30, 2015Last Updated on August 30, 2015 AuthorAprillePhilippinesAboutA soul that travels into this world... hoping to meet my long lost comrades, believing that someday, I will be able walk with you again. I want to believe that I can still find my way back home. Fo.. more..Writing
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