Snow

by

Thomas Granger

Descending from the heavens, last you see or send to me,
to fall onto and lay upon the ground.
Winter's type of blanket, covering the whole country
and freezing everything for miles around.

In this frozen waist, for hours I am removed from the cold.
Comforting the warmth in peace, alone.
Shivering, you call to me, or so that's what I'm told,
turning my heart closer still to stone.

Dreaming of the sunshine and the seasons end of spring,
hopefully not bringing only rain.
Morning, as the day breaks and the birds began to sing.
My feelings lost in turmoil, once again.

Drowned are my last gasps for breath, "I relish", gasp for breath,
released into a world that's misconstrued.
I dwell amongst the passage between life and after-death,
not wanting for the thought that I delude.

All the final parts of pleasure you conceive make me aware
that I compete within a battle never won.
You say you don't but do always in every way compare
me, with all the things of everyone.

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Why don't you look at ---Tunnel of Love Supreme---
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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