Autumn's gone, winter's come
And the floating leaves are Fallen.
What before was just an illusion,
A harsh reality now has become.
Harder and harder, it pushes,
Like a volcano - the residue ashes,
cold - icy cold, wind carries it.
What once was whole, is now undone.
Winter's snowflakes - unnecessary prerequisite,
Fiery frost falls from the empyrean.
Hide me from the throes of fire,
Cover me under an eternal blanket
of stars - I am too tired,
To construe a reality that isn't.
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Small Things
Puisi- Mostly metaphor-free, this is a collection featuring poetry that possibly many can relate to. - Exploration of human nature, feelings, emotions and the lot.
