Sheltered behind a transparent dome, crafted from the clearest of glass,
Inanimate objects perch stock-still
Amongst an innocent world of make-believe.
Wooden figures in company of one another
Reside within such a wee domain,
Forevermore peering at the vast depths beyond,
But here they linger and remain.
A world somewhere else, always encompassing their man-made habitat,
Bustles with energetic life, and still, at unpredicted occasions,
Wonder-brimmed eyes dare to peer within such a mere snow globe,
Absorbing the motionless scene permanently on display.
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Tempest
PoetryA 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...
