Snow
The soft, cold feeling touch,
White colored blankets, it said so much.
The words spoken through it’s motions,
Moving swiftly through the air causing commotions.
Why didn’t anyone hear?
Those words, it spoke with such fear.
The clear, milky white complexion,
The wily crispy air took possession.
As it fell softly upon the ground,
No one was moved to look around.
As it sat there alone, making everything cold,
The innocence stood there, feeling bold.
Silence flowing was its way of speaking,
Ignorance found its way to burn, and now it is leaving.
The pearly white surface faded away,
As the tensions urged it not to stay.
Forming into the liquidy substance,
The thoughts yelled out that it was nonsense.
Each day that came, the heat never ceased,
The falling white little pearls were never released.
For its words that were spoken,
Was never enough for anyone to be shooken.
Slowly fading away silently into the cold depths of misery,
The soft white blankets were abolished into calamity.
As people aimlessly walked by,
The only question remaining was why.
The soft, cold feeling touch,
It disappeared as it said so much.
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