Snowflakes fell gently in the ground, warm fires gobbling up the wood. Children were merrily playing around, snowball flying here and there. The air was full of laughter and joy; winter had come to make us enjoy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The girl sat by her windowsill, sighing. Winter had come, she thought. The days had come where she could not enjoy this happiness. For her, winter was the cold, harsh season, the times where strong winds blew. All she could do was to watch the snowflakes descend down. Then, a poem suddenly formed in her head.
Winter has come,
The harsh season,
Where strong winds blow,
And makes you shiver.
Making me sleep all day
Near the fire place
Why, oh why
Can't I be like other people
Running around in the snow
Laughing in joy
Making snow angels and snow mans
Throwing snowballs
Skiing through the soft snow
Feeling the snowflakes
Why, oh why
Does the winter make me so weak
And the others
So full of happiness
She sighed. Her poems were keeping her alive. But deep down, she knew she had her few days of living...
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Hey Guys! Yea, so this is my first SAD story, which is actually kinda sweet. There are many poems gonna come, cause poems has a great part to play in here. Sry for this short chappie. But I promise you, more updates will follow up.
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