I'll save the December poems to myself.
As they melt in with the snow, I'll keep
Them hidden away from the world
Until December, the time of change,
Decides it is time to again
To return with all that I
Tried to discard
Throughout
The year.
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 2:53 AM UTC
I'll save the December poems to myself.
As they melt in with the snow, I'll keep
Them hidden away from the world
Until December, the time of change,
Decides it is time to again
To return with all that I
Tried to discard
Throughout
The year.
I'll hide away the winter until the season returns, and with it – all that's unfortunate and meaningless.
