I am like an icicle...
Drifting... ever so slowly...
To my end.
In the beginning, I'm beautiful...
Soft...
Gentle.
By mid air,
I'm but a wisp...
And my size... for ever shrinking.
By the time I hit the ground,
I'm as good as nothing... melting...
And before the hour is up...
I am no more.
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Azrael's Whispers
PoesíaPoems with a deep meaning... Naaahhh!!!! I started writing these poems because, books were not cutting it for me! So much is bottles up inside of me and the fact that I can have a pretty dark and morbid imagination didn't help! Then I heard "Therapy...
