White snow covers this town,
Like a white plain blank gown.
Her sword stands out as one,
but at what cost?
There were none,
only houses and buildings pointed with frost.
Her eyes could open only so slow,
for all her efforts went inside a river.
till the end of time it may flow.
her cough seemed harsh,
the merciless snow had begun to thaw
but it vains, as all her people were nothing but dust
her hair, it swayed with the wind, she lay down on rust.
The fall of a leader it may seem.
for all it may dream.
BINABASA MO ANG
Sorrowful days
PoetryFirst time making a poem book(if that is what they call it)... So you may like it or may not.. It's alright! Just doing my best on poems! It's practically like a story! But with poems! (I write really short poems) :)
