When the cold warms
Life is returned back to life
What once was dead awakes
The bitter turns sweet
Dew drops on tiny leaves
How wonderful
Silence becomes happiness
When the cold warms
Life is returned into shadow
What was once awake dies
The sweet turns bitter
Half a world under the ice
How tragic
Dread becomes silence
You give me a splitting path
Would I stay dead?
Would I become dead?
A world of ice and frost
A world of flood and fire
Is it not the same?
Are we not dead?
You give me no path
Why not lands of pure white
Peace and tranquility
Why not lands of everlasting light
Happy and joyful
If not these then what?
What other choice in my grasp?
AN
I'm still alive, I hope...
And here comes another addition to this book of random things I plucked out from a black hole.
The End
Not
Lol
Last update: 7th September 2021
2:58 PM
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Poetry
PoetryThis is a book of self-made poems. Each chapter is it's own poem, so you won't have to wait until it's completed to start reading. Last Revision Date: Sunday 14th May 2023 (PS: So that you guys know that I am still active)
