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I am Winter
The cold winds
That bring slumber
I am Winter
The end season
The cruelest of my ilk
I am Winter
My icy grip softens
By the maiden that is spring
I am Winter
There is no escaping me
There is no hindering me
I am Winter
I will be here
Then I will be gone
I am Winter
The ice that melts
By her warmth
I am Winter
Now I sleep
Until next year
The cold winds
That bring slumber
I am Winter
The end season
The cruelest of my ilk
I am Winter
My icy grip softens
By the maiden that is spring
I am Winter
There is no escaping me
There is no hindering me
I am Winter
I will be here
Then I will be gone
I am Winter
The ice that melts
By her warmth
I am Winter
Now I sleep
Until next year
Literature
...
what's the point of china, if it
never gets used. just sits on
the shelf, collecting dust.
that's all were good for
anyways,
the looks.
then we break.
[i'd pour you a cup of tea right now,
but it's really poison .]
Literature
Storm Ravaged Hope
Petals are a scatter
Across rain torn grass,
Vines caressing leaves
Fallen from bare trees
To the right, the garden
Holds a scene of crush -
Remains of rose petals
Create a scene of red
Shimmering beneath
Lightning strikes
One blood red petal fallen
For every death occurred
In this unknown village
But there in the midst
Lies a rose of black,
Drenched in sorrow
From its very tip
To the loose roots
Remained in the soil
A few darkened petals
To remember our losses,
But a living death
Meant for true hope
Literature
Piano
She learned to play her piano
When she was just but three -
Her songs were light, inspiring,
And always full of glee.
She lost a key when she was six,
Another’s she ‘came 8,
But never played them, anyway:
They were a kind of weight.
So she thought not upon them,
And instead, she let them go.
No need to have them take up space
For songs she didn’t know.
Her songs became more beautiful,
As she did, at fifteen,
But there came errors: body changed,
Mind same - she, caught between.
The boyfriend she picked was her first;
To him, she was his four.
And when he left, she was bereft -
3 more keys met the floor.
The songs she pla
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this poem have a double meaning (for my opinion).... i like it