Fleeting Shivers
It’s too
cold outside.
The blustery wind
snapped my arm in two.
My orange nose wiggled
almost escaping me.
The snowflakes
are starting
to fall again, making
me a thicker jacket to wear.
proud The beautiful crystals glistened realized
and Under the December sun. I stood soon
tall to receive the showers of mother nature but I
Days and months flashed past. My smile
soon faded from my wet face, dripping beads
of sweat. I could no longer stand tall but instead
I slouched with my shrivelling back, melting
and melting. I saw my reflections in the
puddle beneath me: my wilting figure.
How I longed to feel the bright,
and warm sunshine of June
I couldn’t be like
everyone else.
I…
Copyright © Wen Ding | Year Posted 2019
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