When winter talks,
No one listens,
The words fly in the breeze.
Words said are the flutters of birds,
The ones that stayed,
Words said are the shivers of animal,
After a long winters day:
When winter talks, the words are lost in the air.
Cold and crisp, but heavily accented.
Winter says,
No one cares,
As I am forgotten.
I'm not a big fan of this poem, but I have to release a poem so... I'm sorry for this one.
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Wonderland (a winter poetry collection)
PoésieA poetry collection combining the solitude and grief of winter along with the comforting and emotional half.
