When winter comes the flowers die.
When winter comes the animals hide.
For the frost is what they fear.
It makes them sad,
it makes them go mad.
It's a puppeteer they never see, or hear.
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Poems On Broken Mirrors
PoezjaThis is a collection of poetry I have written. It is based off of all of my mental illnesses, trauma and disorders. I will try and update often, but if I don't please bare with me. The poetry is about my life, the life of others, values, emotions, a...
Frost
When winter comes the flowers die.
When winter comes the animals hide.
For the frost is what they fear.
It makes them sad,
it makes them go mad.
It's a puppeteer they never see, or hear.
