SnowfallA Poem by Giuliamy crimson cheeks my eyes that gawk gazing at the crystals that cry from shock
they are all different, each with contrasting composition they are all exquisite, they have pattern, despite condition they are assembled uniquely, even those set in row because no matter the pattern they fall in, they are now free to go
until the crystals fall into the hands of those who will care for them sometimes are torn away from their loved ones when you take a handful and play with them
He chooses which crystals fall, in the harsh frost however, He does not decide which will be familiarized with loss He can not control that, because they fall in disorder and those who are chosen, are separated by border
i know that my service, has done some children well but unfortunately eternity is a casted spell
i will soon melt away with rays of poison because a combat boot has stepped on me and I am now broken
i am a snowflake and unfortunately because my pattern is altered from others,
i am a disturbance in the snowfall © 2018 Giulia |
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Added on April 29, 2018 Last Updated on April 29, 2018 AuthorGiuliaCanadaAboutHi! My name is Giulia and I am looking for a platform to share my poetry. I hope to one day come out with a book including the poems/writings I am most proud of. more..Writing
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