Frozen drops flutter down onto my closed lids
A sharp wind cuts through my wool hat and numbs my mind
I open my eyes to stare into the white
The temperature is seven below and my heart pumping
Is the one thing that reminds me that I'm alive
I would be grateful to die above such a sky
With the tranquil cold dancing around me
Quieting every thought as I remain there laying
The snowflakes flying past my eyesight and into the vast white
The sun drifting away and turning the clouds pink before leaving for the night
I let out a deep sigh just to see the steam rise from my lips and stand up leaving the neutral white in favor of the warm atmosphere of my room
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Invisible Ink
PoetryMy random poetry that expresses my thoughts feelings and experiences. Many of these poems reflect some of the darker times in my life while others celebrate how blessed I have found myself to be. However quite a few of these are not about me. I have...
