A DRY WIND BITES
AS THE SNOW TAKES IT’S THRONE;
WHEN ALL LIFE FREEZES,
ITS PRESENCE IT WILL MAKE KNOWN
PRIDEFUL IN A LIFELESS SLAY,
APPEARS THE QUEEN OF FROST.
AS LIFE LAY DIM & GREY,
SHE CLAIMS ALL THAT WAS LOST.
BUT WHEN THE ICE SETTLES,
THERE WILL GROW ONE FLOWER
THROUGH THE CRACKS OF A STONE.
BORN TO DEFY ALL POWER,
IT STANDS AS A MAMMOTHS BONE.
HEROES ARE NOT BORN
FROM VOLCANOS, OLD,
THEY ARE MADE BY
THE STORM, MERCILESS & COLD.
ONLY IN A BLIZZARD DO WE
RECOGNIZE THE WARMTH OF A DOVE
TO BE REBORN, YOU MUST
EMBRACE THE WINTERS LOVE
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Author:
joshi (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 30th, 2023 13:13
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
This is okay.Sadly I have never seen snow so I can't relate
I live in south India brother, there is no snow here. I've never seen it either, but you don't need to see to dream.
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