My snow is grey and never white
It glows and slowly drifts from sight
I watch it fall and breathe the scent
And never wondered where it went
My fog is thin and never fills
It floats and swirls where e'er it wills
I watch the clouds and trace the streams
And never wondered what it means
My fire burns without a flame
An ember jewel without acclaim
I watch it gleam and slowly die
And never, ever wondered why
Encamped within these atmospheres
Where trees are time, the forest, years
I asked - my past would not allow
If never then, I wonder now
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (2 so far!)
Average reader rating 5.00/5
Seems it's 'time' for a change. I feel it even now. I picked up on a lot of lethargy and not caring in this piece, but it seems that maybe something is stirring at the end.
- #1158 Posted 3 years ago
I hear an unsettled feeling in this piece. An almost anxious frustration. The rhythm is nice and has great flow
- #2159 Posted 2 years ago
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