L'Hiver

by PygmyPuff   Mar 20, 2007


The crisp wind howls,
pleading it's undesirable wishes,
Spreading the deepening anger.

The ice forms above the cold, hard ground,
Devising an unpleasant form of trickery,
taking away rediscovered youth.

The wishful time has come,
To hope for a hasty exit,
Passing soon by my window.

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  • 17 years ago

    by RainbowSlider

    Truly beautiful as your soul.

  • 17 years ago

    by BeautifulDisaster

    This is beautiful...

    short and sweet...

    right to the point...

    perfect wording & perfect flow

    5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by .K.i.T.t.Y.

    Wow. i like the way you word things, and your titles are attracting. my fave lines: The ice forms above the cold, hard ground,
    Devising an unpleasant form of trickery,
    taking away rediscovered youth.
    5/5.

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