It's snowing again, and the flowers are shrivelled and dead,
It's cold again, and it feels like all my layers have shed.
The ice is here again, and it's frozen over my head,
It's winter again, I'd look but I close my eyes instead.
It's raining again, but the drops of water are frozen,
It's hailing again, and a frightful wind blows in.
It's that time again, that time when things are sad;
That time, that very time when I am oh-so sad.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
