The cold
Now I'm dancing on a frozen lake,
and the ice's beginning to break,
my legs are too lazy to run,
my knees too weak to keep me on the ground.
So I'm diving deep...
towards the source of this deadly cold,
and I'm followed by all the pieces,
thousands of pieces of my broken home.
And my soul has not enough warmth,
to beat this evil's freezing cold,
now that I'm falling, now I finally know,
the evil is Me and I produce the cold!
21.03.2020
AnahoJ
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Heart full of Passion
PoetryJust a couple of poems written when the soul had had enough and the only way to calm down, was to get rid of the darkness; Turn it into Words and throw it away onto a white sheet of Paper...!
