the sleepless snowman

Sun, 01/31/2016 - 16:16 -- mm10

A sleepless snowman under the pale moon

Motionless yet flawless of perfect white,

So pure and still and fair, yet thinks too soon

A dream of someday flying like a kite.


His wet white skin of crystals full of hope

Catching the time with winter’s cold embrace,

His world folds up like a white envelope

Fear of vanishing to an unknown place.


A nonexistent heart breaking in two

The rays of the sun carving like a blade,

The stolen smile of the snowman who knew

A day would come when he would be decayed.


There he was, grasping the ground and bleeding,

No way of strength and no peaceful pleading.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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