Beneath the shroud of Winter's gray,
A world in sorrow's grip held sway.
No trace of life, no colors bright,
Just endless hours of starless night.
The trees stand stark, like bones of old,
Their stories hidden, untold.
Frozen tears on cheeks of stone,
A desolate landscape, all alone.
Gone are days of warmth and cheer,
Replaced by heartache, crystal clear.
In Winter's clasp, hope seems to fade,
A chilling grip that won't evade.
Whispers of joy now silent, lost,
In frozen gusts, a heavy cost.
No solace found in frigid air,
Only echoes of despair.
No respite from this icy pain,
No escape from sorrow's reign.
A world enshrouded in endless night,
In Winter's wrath, all hope takes flight.
CITEȘTI
Sorrowful days
PoezieFirst 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) :)
