His breath blows snow around,
So softly over me,
And just like icy grounds,
My heart is melting free,
Though sighing chambers sink ,
My heart glides over cold,
And cradled in his grip,
My shaking heart disolves,
And merges with the breeze,
Until it dissapears,
So this is how death feels-
A heartless hell appears.
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good writing here really brings this to life (then death of course). nice poem.
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That's--so sad!
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awww lovely poem
so sad tho, but brilliantly written!!
keep writing!
xxx
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really beautiful stuff there..
nice inspiration
love love xx
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Eep.. I felt the sinking into the heartless hell here! Well written.
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0_0 I did not see that coming!
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