The winter cold yet alluring.
The pale expanse of snow covered lands.
The cold dry air.
The diamond like snowflakes glittering in the winter sun.
Such a somber Weather.
The leafless trees.
The pale grey sky.
The cold soft breeze stinging my cheeks ripping me away from memories of a forgotten life.
The freezing tear tracks on my cheeks.
Numb from the cold and the memories.
Winter.
Cold, beautiful yet desolate.
Not a single sign of life.
Once Kind heart frozen in the past just like the frozen winter landscape.
Lifeless yet beautiful .
But cold.
So cold.
- Laina
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Words Sung By A Weeping Soul
PoetryThis is a collection of poems. My genre Is angst and these poems are full of them. Pondering about the world, wondering why you exist. I try to put thoughts like these into my poems. And a warning my poems don't rhyme. And contain simple words but w...
