As I scope above the frozen mound,
Each little freckles of snow to my mourn
Heaven knows what I want,
To reach something that is cool.
Chanting the wind of Thy Hope,
So I could overcome the blanketed trail
Up until the farthest horizon,
Over through the land of hail.
A tear escapes from my orb,
Down till a sudden froze
A drop of frost engraves and submerges,
Through the snow floors.
Up! Climb up! I must seek!
Till I stumble upon the isolated peak
For you, I sit down, and my knees plummet—
"Here lies the frigid heart."
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Telling My Own Thoughts; Short Poems ✔️
PoetryBook 2 of the "Short Poems" series. - - - "Applaud like there's no tomorrow; live like there's no such thing as sorrow." - - - (NOTE: THE TITLES OF THE POEMS WERE ALL GOT INTENTIONALLY CAPITALIZED ON THE FIRST LETTER OF EACH WORD FOR AESTHETIC PURPO...
