resting in that snow

by rastaruined

Posted to Poetry on 2002-10-27 18:17:00

white is this cold

and through the seasons grows old

but with the anger you hope to melt

all the coldness felt

I am no adventurer

but a sorcerer

with secrets that beat

and fears that retreat

but that end with a bang

and live for ever in the words you sang

for snow comes and goes

but that hatred never grows

I hope

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