Under The Snow

little love poem

"Frozen seasons and weeping willows sleeping, the silent stare is frightening they keep destiny awaiting. Into coldness sparkle she is the brightest, with calmness and aloneness as the purest of her poisons, whenever he doesn't see her beautiful but sorrowful smile, clouded in the nothingness of exile the feeble wind bursts in wicked taunts, beseeching for love of unending eternities in a prayer of fondness, that though they both sleep alone and know they remain unknown, their spirit still cry for each other under the snow."

indarknessdwells

Author's Note

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Reviews

[micky]

This is beautiful...
Well done,i love this piece:)