my spirit lies within a snowy path.
a field of gold within the suns arising
is where i heard my lovers past,
the deeply forgotten moments of terrible distress.
by choice are those who shall bloom by june,
within the willow trees comfort-
is our forever tomb.
by force are those, who are thought to be-
nothing but a full moon, autumns debris.
a night of calming sensations,
the newly found knowledge
of true temptations.
at dawn of time,
the undergone changes surface.
stating of which,
holds great purpose.
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my poetry - kelsey loch
Poetrymy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
