Like hair drifting to the ground,
A little girl grown up,
Hair falling down, down, down.
Snip snip snip, go the scissors,
Just like snow,
Suffocating the earth in blizzards
Memories left to cover the day earth,
Sentimental to only few,
Especially ones there since birth,
Slowly you forget why they were important,
Days, Months, Years forgotten,
Another decorating your brain, an ornament.
Memories are trampled deep in snow,
Tracks long left and filled over,
A Quiet and quick blow.
Useless but special,
Melancholy but bittersweet,
No longer needed, just expensive crystal.
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Wonderland (a winter poetry collection)
PoetryA poetry collection combining the solitude and grief of winter along with the comforting and emotional half.
