Whenever these snowflakes
Fall upon me
It's like memories
Falling slowly
I couldn't handle
This sudden attack
Softly it lands
But it stings right back
They were white as pure
But black it stained
There was once warmth in it
But only coldness remained
A thick coat and gloves
Were my only armor
It still pierced through
Tell me, can I still endeavor?
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Fall
PoesíaAlternative title: Autumn Melancholic thoughts, twisted dimensions, and fallen colors Summer, Autumn, Winter, and Spring. This story tells about memories in autumn. As a season changes, there comes another one. The contents of this book are purely p...
