From the icy waters the snow is born and rises over
the city,
Settling like the wilting pine needles on the trees,
Chopped and decorated in a glitzy promenade and torn from their
roots.
Winter
is lonely in
Its grief.
The chill of the frozenborn blanket that covers
the city
sneaks in like a thiefinthenight
And the blood retreats to the heart to keep it warm
All by itself.
We all retreat
when faced with
the cold
Coldshoulders and cold Hearts.
who are you?
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 3:12 PM UTC
From the icy waters the snow is born and rises over
the city,
Settling like the wilting pine needles on the trees,
Chopped and decorated in a glitzy promenade and torn from their
roots.
Winter
is lonely in
Its grief.
The chill of the frozenborn blanket that covers
the city
sneaks in like a thiefinthenight
And the blood retreats to the heart to keep it warm
All by itself.
We all retreat
when faced with
the cold
Coldshoulders and cold Hearts.
who are you?