white
the color of
every blank page
every blank slate
of freshly fallen snow
quieting the earth
in a cold blanket
quiet is nature
steady as can be
icicles dripping
dancing from the tree
in a world like this
there's no place I'd rather be
than dancing with the trees
on a snowy winter's eve
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Into the Darkness
PoetryA collection of poems. For the troubled minds, the minds of the troubled youth. Not for the faint hearted, for this is the story of my life. And this is my safe place, my journal I go to in my darkest nights. Know that eventually, everything should...
