Author: Blackrose Ki PM
Random poem, short and a bit to the point. Hope you like! About the power of a bit more than the nature of the feeling.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 56 - Published: 06-11-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3031096
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Crisp winds on a cold winter's night,
Blowing softer o'er the rooftop,
Echoing fear into new life.
Creeping into the soul,
And winding its pain,
A tragedy untold,
no-one left to blame.
Strength, so hard to find,
Loneliness exists everywhere...
You cannot give into it,
Cannot let oneself be taken by the fear.