She was always cold,
It's what made her bold.
The future so unclear,
She wept a frozen tear.
At night all alone,
She found herself like stone.
Frozen still,
Only to feel chill.
Dead yet alive,
Filled with lonesome deprive.
The morning sun reached for her soul,
While frost within fought to keep her cold.
She clings to what warmth left in her,
But it's all a blur.
She awakes,
Only to find what is fake.
The warmth she dreamt of,
Was her only true love.
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Night and day
PoesíaThis is a poem which describes the ups and down of life as if it were night and day. God brings us through both night and day, and guarantees that He will get us through whatever we are going through no matter what. Thanks for your time and interes...
