Dead Beauty
Falling down softly,
Upon my hair,
Wetting it slowly,
I sigh in despair,
It's so beautiful, yet everything dies.
The trees are bare,
The roses are dying,
Why cant thou spare,
The violets, who for their lives are crying?
It's so beautiful, yet everything dies.
The river stays frozen,
Under your magical touch,
Nothing is rosen,
With your every clutch,
It's so beautiful, yet everything dies.
Down hangs your icicles,
Thin and glasslike,
Upon the shed of my bicycle,
What I don't like,
Is that it's so beautiful, yet everything dies.
Won't it be better,
If things were not dead.
But then it won't be winter,
As it were said:
"One thing I know is that it's winter,
When there's beauty in the dead,"
A/N
xD, that quote is from me lmao.
"One thing I know is that it's winter,
When there's beauty in the dead," ~ Christianah Oluseye a.k.a wild_imaginatorII
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