bitter cold wind to the core
death of all living things
the tree grows bare, the flower rots
the world is ugly
and she is lost in a world of dull gray hue
the slushy snow
the dripping rain
the overwhelming pain
winter turned her soul cold
as the ice upon the trees
yet the oncoming breeze
of potential spring
keeps her from going insane
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
bitter cold wind to the core
death of all living things
the tree grows bare, the flower rots
the world is ugly
and she is lost in a world of dull gray hue
the slushy snow
the dripping rain
the overwhelming pain
winter turned her soul cold
as the ice upon the trees
yet the oncoming breeze
of potential spring
keeps her from going insane
