Fallen snowflakes,
falling from the clouds.
Landing softly,
landing on wet eyelashes.
The meadow covered
in heaven's sadness.
The built-up sorrows
welcome children to play.
"Please, come and play!"
The snowflakes shout
from the iced ground.
"Come, and bring happiness
to these angel's tears!"
But the children never come,
they stay bundled in their
warm, heated homes.
Away from the cold,
abandoning those who need them
the very most.
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Teacups and Pens
PoetryA collection of poetry from my mind. Take from it what you will.
