Violence Seasons Poems | Violence Poems About Seasons
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As I stand here alone in the cold wet snow; watching it come down all around its quiet a show.
My fingers are frosty and my face is a cold shade of blue; my toes feel like ice; yet this quiet , peaceful place to me is like paradise; from what I have seen once before in a dream from when I was a younger teen .
White and puffy flakes feel like feathers in my hand; the heavier snow engulfs my dark clothes in a sheet of white creating a blank canvas of the pure white; as clear as a image of a dove in flight.
Snow is snowing down all round and their not a sound to be had; apart from the echoing wind that seems too surround like a storm of sound which blows my clothes and hair around.
I look up at the sky but there’s no detail in sight just a sky of white like a dime light. I see trees that once gleamed green back in the summer and spring now nothing more than bare trunk’s so empty from the leaves it once used too bare; from the branches that now seem to lead nowhere.
This forest once filled with small creatures and birds now empty expect for one living thing a lone boy taking in this majestic scene where animals had once been.
With everything around so silent; its Like are world of violence thought out the ages has written its final pages and brought about a end to are world of violence and bloodshed ; A world where everyone but me is dead .
I feel like I’m the last living being left on our planet; no birds no bees only little old me in this magical world of white I feel I can take flight; and be free not held down by the clutches of are harsh society.
This snowy place will allways hold a special memory for me; A remembrance to that snowy place I've once been.