Who killed my winter?
For the life of me
It is the coming of spring
Such pompous arrogant flair
When it comes waltzing with no care
Bright colors burst from the ground
Ruin the solemn serenity of life
I lay dormant, content with my fate
No bother, no chasing, no mating shores
Who are the fools who said?
-Again and again out with my head! -
"Life to spring: Beauty to a king"
Freaking out of their minds! ! ! ! ! !
I find tranquility in winter's graveyards
Eternal rest for all broken dreams!
Copyright Leaking Pen 2012
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