The Snow
Falling at a terminal velocity
From the ether we fall at a speed that is
Slow
What is my purpose, my destiny
Inevitable fate befalls the
Snow
Colliding with the other frosty white souls
Scattered across the ground sparkling like bright white
Gold
We're born in a season that is dead
How can something so white and pure be
Cold
Like vampires the sun is our infirmity
Dawn approaches illuminating hues of
Wry
The epiphany before my death
Is everything is impermanent
Why
Copyright © Trevor Barnett | Year Posted 2014
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