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Ice cold whiteness Such a soft form of chaos. It blankets us in paleness, Yet snow is so peaceful. Children laughing in the distance And the faint echo of what's beneath.
I sit and look at you powerful body, Mesmerised by the ripples you so proudly show, You draw people to you like a magnet But oh how little do they know you - or care, You can be so beautiful and...
I am the place far away and close,. I am the source of light that emits no glow,. I am the place where wolves sing,. I am old, new, the strangest thing,. I am the place where many fear to go,.
The wind. A locked rattled cage, Trying to escape, With no air to breathe. The earth. Deeply rooted, Sad and disillusioned, Wanting what was hers. The fire.
#household - Lightbulb You draw me to you, With a force I can't ignore. Your beauty transfixes me And leaves me wanting more. I try to fight this urge, To keep myself away.
(inspired by Not Old Anymore. @rayleen43) Beauty grows from the core, As a tree develops its branches. Sound living, drawing the sap of life, Reaching out, strengthening advances.
Winter Leaves you blind Keeps you questioning Shows you pain Winter Is silent death Day; quiet, bone-chilling cold Night; howling wind through frozen trees Winter Gifts us with chilled powder Rids...
The sea mist rolls in with the tide, Arms round the bay as it tries to hide, Gathering the urchins and crabs and weed Into a grasp they cannot leave.
Mr Willow Tree Are you really weeping. Are your branches Hiding your sorrow. I sit beneath you Silently sobbing Covering my face From the winds of tomorrow Are we twins Locked in grief.
Has anyone noticed, From the cuckoo in the hall, To the homeless on the streets, To the good who never call, From the dead of the night To the crisp morning air, From the colors of the sunrise To a...
[inspired by @gazplend's Opuss under the same title] Warm, tender drops, Find my secret spots, The one you trace, At an increasing pace, We sit and wait for the rain, One hot day...
The sky's dark as night. But it's almost mid day. A storm for sure is on its way. A distant rumbling,flash of light. Then the rain crashes down with all it's might. Everybody is racing for home.
An ode...to you. A butterfly emerges With a bright light blinding It's magical feat to see. The ground doesn't tremble And the butterfly doesn't need Any proclamation or others of the creed.
Why do they say that. Cry crocodile tears. Crocodiles can't cry. Fact. But why. An Anecdote. They say that crocs' Cry for the victims they then eat. Just for a taste of their victims meat.
The rains thumps against me Pounding Against me Pouring The rain Sounding The wind Roaring Washing...
In a way I could never have known The seed of our love has grown And like a rare egg held in hands Against all odds withstands My emotion no longer controlled As by you, I am enthralled Your...
If I were a daisy Or a buttercup so gay, Children'd hold me under their chin And laugh the day away.
I fall into the embrace of the ocean. I chip my bones on the rocky corrosion. Her body such a devious course to run, down through the jungle, onwards I run. I climb her hills, under the waterfalls.
I hold the enigma of this fleeting state Called life in my hands, And just like I it can run through your fingers Unless you follow my commands.
The clouds roll in and mass together, Covering up the beautiful blue, The sky turns grey and dull as a result, And all I can think of is you.
This is the smell of nostalgia filling my nostrils, The smell of freshly burnt hay, a smell of late summer.
I keep a little bit of nature, A pure shaft of snowy grace, Which sits upon my desk Where it holds pride of place.
A wind calls out Beckoning the tree's Free as can be The rock; cold and hard: Yet has been so far; seen so much But unable to share Just left to despair Is it wrong.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~. The flowers are dying. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~. Can't you see them weep. No your blind as if you sleep. Can't you see as they don't keep. Your like death as you reap. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~.