The vultures are circling
Like they know
The final act of the falling snow
Time is waiting
Can't you see
The last breath for you and me
We saw it coming
But played the game
The universal language of who’s to blame
It’s gone now
The snow has passed
Time to change the name
Two people on the road
Different directions, but still the same
Fate is cruel though
Hits you on the blind
Takes you straight back
To that time
The rehearsal of life
The part you couldn’t see
All comes together now
Plain as plain can be
For the final time
You walk away
Knowing that you can
No words to hold now
Just clear to understand
The vultures are circling
Now you know
The final act of the falling snow.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 8th, 2025 06:10
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Comments2
Well written, my friend, the poem "The Falling Snow" explores themes of inevitability, loss, and the bittersweet nature of life and relationships. It reflects on the passage of time, the consequences of choices, and the idea that fate plays a cruel hand in our lives.
A friend a friend whether present of past, whether with you or far away they still remain in hearts and memories friends that can not be taken. Well done
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