There you go , like the flakes of snow in the wind
Dull and white, yet so bright
Running away from me, making me follow you
What do you plan, oh flakes?
What do you ploy?
Commandeering even above the sands
you hold your scythe
Or are you the time itself in disguise?
Fear, you are named as
To the people you are yet to guide
But a blessing you are to the warriors
Mercy, in their eyes
I cherish you, oh flakes
I cherish you, oh death
The end of the beginning
The beginning, to an end.
- 10th Nov. 2021
~S.K.V
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An insight to my soul
PoetryJust some of my poetries I wanted to publish. 'Cause the soul of my writing and my feelings is poetry. I'm sorry if you find some of them sad and hopeless but those are the times when I need to reach out to someone so I reach out to my pen. Don't wo...
