Snow kept on falling
Misty ground do the catching
I remembered our first snow together
Somebody was on the corner
With boldness in your veins
You walked towards the man with means
You helped the poor hungry man
Gave him food and a can
How grateful he is
And so am I
In awe I stared at both of you
In silence I thanked God for having you
But now,
Gyle where are you?
YOU ARE READING
Her Poetry
PoetryThe fracture that he gave in her heart forced her to release the despair. She's no writer nor an amateur, but one can be that someone she never dreamed of once a fragile heart starts to break unprepared.
