Outlined by a pale blue hue,
A pointed gray peak stands tall
Within the midst of plummeting crystal-like flakes.Accompanied by its similar brethren,
The looming peak bears with its temporary, cold coating of fresh snow.
Like a thin sheet, a blank canvas conceals the worn stone's true appearance,
Almost as if it were a cunning mask.The tallest peak remains steadfast,
Thriving throughout the bitter winter
Despite the harsh elements beating against its sturdy frame.Winter's cold fingertips cannot cripple a rock so strong,
No matter how much it yearns for such a terrible fate.
Our brave peak will not sway,
And will remain triumphant the next day.
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Tempest
PuisiA collection of poems written by Mystery1305. Winter, ice, and everything cold. Highest rank: #7 -bookofpoems Highest rank: #8 - winteriscoming Disclaimer: The images used do not belong to me whatsoever, and all of them belong to their rightful own...