I am young
With the fallen snow
The spring saplings
A tadpole
The world full of brethren like me
But old life is wiser than thy
Last to food
Last to rest
But against the tides
Last to die
I will survive.
The need for breaking expectations
Has me here
Mostly luck
Got me here
This cramped world
Is no longer new
Where has wonder gone?
Fresh snow fell
New saplings sprouted
I am stale
Life anew came about
I would be washed away
I saw the last tadpole struggling
With fire in their movements
Down came hope from above
From me
Never to know what happened
I settled
A cool rain inside of me
And so,
I was washed away with the tides
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A Few Poems
PoesieHey, I'm glad you're viewing my poems. I'm learning to love each and every one if them, so I hope you do too. I always appreciate how you interpret this little collection of words, so please comment or message or whatever works.
