Snow
upon my eyelids
snow grasps hold
fell from the sky
pale white
bitter against skin
when i realize
its ash
the only thing left
of friends
Anne
upon my eyelids
snow grasps hold
fell from the sky
pale white
bitter against skin
when i realize
its ash
the only thing left
of friends
Anne
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no adequate words for such a poem….you writing these yourself?
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Amazing poem. It was inspiring. Write more. I am sorry.
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🙂
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