Crystals of pure white
Descend upon me
Cooling my bones
As I shiver and shake
Blood rebelling against
The seasons freeze
In a snow flake symphony
Of a landscape
Nature beacons the spirit
To be still
Burying urbantrary
Completely
And so I sit meditating
Until
The decrescendo grants me therapy
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Poems For The Depressed
PoetryHave you every felt so depressed you felt like the world was crashing down around you?
