Blowing through the breeze
Such a somber thing
A subtle white
A glistening crystal.
Floating through a morning breeze
A snowflake clear as glass
Flies across snowy plains
At the height of frostfall.
A ghostly white
Clouds the blue of the sky
All the colours have been drained
And replaced with this hazy white.
Little children, small and large
Open doors, open hearts
Come out and rejoice in the cold
Imagination runs rampart through crowded streets.
Balls of snow fly across the sky
Landing upon the white once more
Created by hand, thrown by hand
Snowball fights ensue.
Winter is here, winter is here
Let the children suffer no more
Step into its chilling confines
And enjoy a short winter with me.
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Of Monsters and Men: A Poetry, Short Story and Song Anthology
PoesiaOf Monsters and Men is something I've been writing for a good four years, in those four years I suffered from severe depression and strong suicidal thoughts and dealt with it by writing these poems which were deemed very raw and very personal. I th...
