Winter raindrops,
falling on plain,
white paper,
seeping through,
leaving footprints
quietly behind.
Some people stare,
as winter raindrops
fill the air.
I shall walk on,
not heeding the signs
they leave behind,
as a white carpet
appears beneath
my coated feet,
spreading gently,
while people stand still,
and empty.
Some hold fear,
of winters kiss,
of nights
oppression.
But I walk on,
winters raindrops fall,
and I continue,
with no heart,
but above it all.
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Dawns mutterings
ПоэзияCompilation of poems, inspired by natures bounty. We are of the earth, so it is only fitting that it in turn inspires us. Although much of my poetry is in some way inspired by nature this small compilation highlights just how much it impacts all I d...
