A small set of footprints in pure snow.
With red drops following them.
Those trails will be lost with the wind blow.
A trail of carnage and disdain.
A man who woes with pain.
The man walked and walked until he reached a pond.
Ice covered the pond with the man submerged.
The man froze him and the ice bond
The man's worry and sorrow is gone.
But the deed was done.
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Deep Blue Water Lily
PoetryA bunch of poems I wrote! I hope you enjoy them! I wrote a lot of deep poems so uhm yeah! But I really hope you like this! (I CHANGED THE FORMAT!!!)
