Snow blankets the ground,
A carpet of white
A cold and a coldness
That permeates the air
A silence that haunts the night
A loneliness that suffocates the soul.
Broken and hurt,
You're alone beneath the snow
Alone with your pain
Alone with the pain in your heart.
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𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓼⁞⁞ Poem
Poetry𝕭𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖉𝖎𝖉 𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉. 𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌--𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖙𝖔𝖉𝖆𝖞 -𝕺𝖗𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝕾𝖈𝖔𝖙𝖙 �...
