Tumbling, falling, twirling over a desolate landscape
Where flowers once grew, green and merry
The delinquent hope that under, the suffocating snow, flowers can bloom.
Shards of ice building from the rubble.
Daggers of chill
Changing, falling, melting beauty from ugly. At the edge of the glacier, a trapped memory teetering, to fall or fly. The cold whispering.
The sun obscured by the clouds, brooding, grey
A flurry of words, a once rapid river, as frozen as his heart
Caught in a blizzard, hanging in the balance, will it thaw?
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC
Tumbling, falling, twirling over a desolate landscape
Where flowers once grew, green and merry
The delinquent hope that under, the suffocating snow, flowers can bloom.
Shards of ice building from the rubble.
Daggers of chill
Changing, falling, melting beauty from ugly. At the edge of the glacier, a trapped memory teetering, to fall or fly. The cold whispering.
The sun obscured by the clouds, brooding, grey
A flurry of words, a once rapid river, as frozen as his heart
Caught in a blizzard, hanging in the balance, will it thaw?
