Though it's been a winter wonder
It still is a leaf falling under the snow.
A loving nature you've given was possible
In the snowy winter evening I was found.
A heart is melting the icicle that
You hold with snowflakes abound.
Eyes of bright autumn are unbrowning.
Leafs continue falling down.
My head with leaves was icicle-crowned.
They soon cover the grassy mounds.
Your arms wrap around them.
The fluffy jacket astounds me.
You then have a whispery sound...
Your hands are not warm anymore.
When we where together,
We couldn't lived forever.
even if there where no snowflake or leafy feathers,
or tall blethering trees,
or not even "bad" weather.
There's always an ending
Even though we aren't wishing
for a never ending mending
even with the cold ascending.
For the things we bear for,
they cannot come back anymore.
At least not for me; my icy cold hands
wishing for your hands that are taken from me
to meet the never ending icy cold lands again.
YOU ARE READING
~Feelings Purette~
PuisiRespect the elegance of writing, communication, and music. Those things are a part of our every day lives. Even if you don't really care... Think again. They are good words and sounds, even if they don't mean well. Most of these poems are based off...
