Snowflakes still fall in the place of desolation
Where the husks and shells of people I once knew
Dance in the wintry winds in soft rotation
My boots creating footsteps bigger than myself in the snow
In complete icy isolation
The sun no longer shines in the land of desolation
Grey, stormy skies incite the sparkling trepidation
Snowflakes fall into my palm, now a binding affiliation
I cannot see their beauty entirely, in the land of desolation
Tribulations are always around in the land of desolation
Solely scraping the snow surface, I add in alliteration
All the trees bare, all the fruits in deprivation
All hope is lost in the land of desperation
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 8:46 PM UTC
Snowflakes still fall in the place of desolation
Where the husks and shells of people I once knew
Dance in the wintry winds in soft rotation
My boots creating footsteps bigger than myself in the snow
In complete icy isolation
The sun no longer shines in the land of desolation
Grey, stormy skies incite the sparkling trepidation
Snowflakes fall into my palm, now a binding affiliation
I cannot see their beauty entirely, in the land of desolation
Tribulations are always around in the land of desolation
Solely scraping the snow surface, I add in alliteration
All the trees bare, all the fruits in deprivation
All hope is lost in the land of desperation
waiting there like dewdrops for the warmth of morning