Winter wind lost in miles
Of tulips
Trees swaying to the
Soft beat of night
Birds singing
To the sound of falling snow
Blood tainting the soft floor
Blue creeping past the calm of it all
A dozen roses clumped in the ground
Away from all the tulips
A body lying amongst it all
Not afraid of what anyone thinks
The scent of decay and apples
Flies around the poor person
As all the animals
Morn the death
Of another follower
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My Poems!
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I will be continually adding to. Most of them will be poems that I had to write for school but some of them will free poems!
