Ice crystals, vivid and crisp
In the dark, memories breathe.
Colors swirling fast to moments
Long past and those yet to come.
Emotion, rich and thick
Gripping my chest
And there- darkness
Spilled on pages once
Pristine and white
A reverse once colorful,
Fragile and frail
Strong lives twisting one around another,
A story is born.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryI've written a couple poems over the years, nothing too special but I thought I'd post them here in case anyone is interested.
