a cold heart and a muddled head
winds are strong
it'd snowed
on it, a tiny bud breaking its way
through the snow
all night, all day
it aspires to grow
to bloom, kiss the sky.
not far does it go,
before it starts to snow
not far does it go. it'll lie
held beneath, it'll try
again. for there is no other way it knows
it still breathes
Let it snow
Poetry by existence
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Written on 2011-04-23 at 16:30
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every breath
mountain is coldwinds are strong
it'd snowed
on it, a tiny bud breaking its way
through the snow
all night, all day
it aspires to grow
to bloom, kiss the sky.
not far does it go,
before it starts to snow
not far does it go. it'll lie
held beneath, it'll try
again. for there is no other way it knows
it still breathes
Let it snow
Poetry by existence
Read 670 times
Written on 2011-04-23 at 16:30
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