There are people like snow.
Beautiful but cold.
People full of love,
People spoiled by gold.
There are people-oceans,
People-puddles,
People full of emotions
There are soldiers and captians.
There are people-robots,
People-mutineers.
There are people-moments,
People-years.
There are people-edens,
People-clerics,
There are even
People-relics.
There are people-alters,
People-droplets.
There are people-dollars,
And the wallet owners
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 7:42 AM UTC
There are people like snow.
Beautiful but cold.
People full of love,
People spoiled by gold.
There are people-oceans,
People-puddles,
People full of emotions
There are soldiers and captians.
There are people-robots,
People-mutineers.
There are people-moments,
People-years.
There are people-edens,
People-clerics,
There are even
People-relics.
There are people-alters,
People-droplets.
There are people-dollars,
And the wallet owners
