The world has turned white this year,
streets are sparkling with it,
and coloured lights are being lit.
moments in time can be seen on the ground,
history given a second chance to stay.
Walking past skeletons,
once vibrant and green,
I sit on a fallen tree,
I sit and I stare,
at the surreal scene. before me.
The sun in a never ending stream,
some greying, old leaves,
are falling.
There is no wind to carry them,
nothing to prolong the end,
they just fall, silently.
There is a stillness in air,
that only ever comes in this cold,
the world becomes hushed,
and another leaf, I bet,
is falling somewhere in this world.
I know and you know,
there'll never be any wind to catch it,
it'll just fall, silently.
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Enter My Wonderland
Poetry(Every one of these poems has a story behind them, whether if their from my life, or just a story) These poem's that you may or may not read, have no theme. Some hold my thoughts, my views on life, some are purely imagination. So please read away an...
