Gone, with the wind blowing upon the ice,
the flakes of winter's breath doth lay
upon the pine, the leafy wood.
And around I blow as the winds flow.
Around the trees,
with the wind,
the trend I follow, obedience.
Like a leaf in a river, a snowflake in the breeze.
With the flow, my friends, I wander.
Copying, mimicking every step.
I ask for guidance for the simplest tasks,
and must be told what to do.
Life is on course,
the arrow cutting air,
all starting from the archer's bow,
frost flaring through the sugared brush.
I fly true to the mark so far,
but only time can tell,
Whether or not something gets in the way
of the target, the destiny, my life.
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My Poems
PoetryPoems I've written when the muse strikes~ All these poems are original, and an expression of how I felt at the moment. Quite a few of these are old, and many were posted on Gaia on my account.
