The words
The petals
On a flower that
Thrives by appearance
Is only
Will merely
Be a flimsy
Taste of what's inside
Why price
By the eyes
The symmetry
Of flawed beauty
As though
As most
Are weighed by
Thoughtless ideals
For those
Four arrows
A sma...
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Footprints hide
Among the fallen snow
As ever more
Comes floating down.
Winter is nice
It's soft, it's quiet
Outside, at least
I can be free.
Angels, sculptures
Whatever I build
Keep me company
For the time being.
Even now, though I
Have real friends
Sometimes I like
To have time to myself.
But, it's seems
Like I'm not alone
I wonder if the others
Have come to play too.
So I follow the footprints
Before they disappear
And find him sitting
Above, lost in thought.
It's a blizzard outside! I'm glad I took my walk when I could; right now I'd be lost in a world of white.
Also, I updated Thoughtless' summary. Do read it when you have the time; I would love to hear your thoughts. Hopefully it's better than the previous one.
