The snow gathers on the ground,

Beautiful flakes falling and falling down,

Sun glistening on them like the day will never end,

Yet night will arrive early, an unwelcome friend.

You don’t know though what’s underneath

Of those fluffy cold piles of white flakes,

But maybe it is best that you don’t know,

That all the rotting corpses

Are under the snow.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. NO! NO! NO! The Spring flowers are hibernating under the fallen snow.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Ellaura S. says:

      Hahaha not in this poem 😄


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