The man walked in the fiery cold
Wandering in breathless thought
He gazed at the colorless world around him
Wishing he could see the color and warmth again
His heart felt lonely and empty in a way
The man's eyes had seen so much
And his body was beginning to age
Time seemed to be speeding up
All the man lived for would always remain
In memory, for his future generations
As he would always be remembered
Forever, forsaken, but never forgotten
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My Poems
PoesíaThese are some poems I have written over the past couple of years. I will keep adding as I write. Let me know what you think, but I am a young writer and still have a lot to learn. Enjoy!
