Caitriona's Winter

In the time of years end

we leave it and take to the sky on

chilled feathers

Ripples form on murky waters' surface,

This wandering soul knows no rest

Devouring in it's path all to ruin

plaguing into it's kin

Leaving the bare flowers shivering in the 


Secrets linger in the newborn frost

while she sits on an open field

waiting for Winter's ice to claim her  



This poem is about: 
Our world


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