I dream of a cherry blossom on a high mountain,
The blossoms fall gracefully with the wind,
Branches dancing with the snow,
Unbending.
Winter wraps her ice around the cherry blossom,
She demands submission.
Mother Earth stands tall,
Unbending.
The tree is choked by the cold air and smothered with snow,
Winter finds a victory once more.
Spring arrives and the tree regrows,
Unbending.
The delicate dance of life and death,
One I know well.
For I stand alone on this mountain,
Unbending.
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Undead Poetry.
PoetryLate night poems written by an insomniac, and published here. This'll be my poem collection, and will stay exclusively on Wattpad. I hope you enjoy these poems as much as I enjoy writing them.
