Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Snow Storm

Little promises of freedom,gently floating down from above.
Darkness becomes just a shade lighter,
and so the world is slowly transformed.
A blink of an eye, a lifetime later,
and all is a cold, frozen wasteland.
Wind dancing on unguarded flesh,
shivering bones clacking together.
A mess of tears, frozen in time, swirling around,
soft lights turning bitter, sharp crystals.
Slowly painting out the lines, all color
burnt away into a mesh of meaninglessness.
Life hangs frozen in the air,
suspended in a timeless landscape.
Eternity looms, all in a single moment.

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