A walk of White

I walk at bay in a winter,to say,
The way was hard for me to laugh
My way was white to say of life
Which soon became a dark tide
Controlled by my will to strike
I have walk again
With white of life.

It was winter with snow so white
I thought of u with a clear smile
I was a wanderer in a way of life
Have focused like a vagabond for life
I travel to place with some hope
Remembrance for winter hope.

Summers are good with warm and shine
Like a spring with pleasant smile
My love for winter was dead
With a walk I said
I travel a place with winter strides
Don't know what was in my mind
I walked a road with white crystal coat
To make a simple approach
My life was good
Again to love a winter cool.

What to say for way of life
Always strange with presence of mind
Harsh truth to follow the voice inside
My walk was again in White.

Author's Note

This is my first poem.
Simple concept of life to explain the two side-positive and negative.
A way to travel and choose one to be on right path