Waterways and golden days
Smiles and laughs are quiet
The hues of blue seem out of place
With the happiness so giant
Pain grows weaker, sadness fades
Children play games on the shore
More hearts, clubs, diamonds and spades
Skin is fair; arms always bare
But sometimes the sun fades away
The blues of the river grow faded
The greens and the yellows fade to grey
The sun's rays are fast shaded
The cold comes in, the storms are over
Winds blow harshly; ice covers all
No more patches full of clover
No more girls who are making dolls
This process continues for some time
Years all pass, just like the beginning
And for a while, all is sublime
But the children grow older, and the trees they keep hitting
That place grows quite lonely
There is always a sort of chill
The air now seems homely
And the trees are crying still
Children grow up into adults
The world will turn them bitter
None of it is ever really their fault
It's the world that's full of bitter
Breaking, hitting, and thrashing galore
Gets nothing together; it tears us apart
Honestly, when you get to the core
We'll always end up right where we start
Petrified wood is still crying today
Dolls lay forgotten next to the lake
Leaves fall off trees, and like children, blow away
So the wind and the cold always pray for their sake
CZYTASZ
Collection of Poetic's: Too Heavy to Hold
PoezjaThis is a collection of poetic works that come straight from my heart. As the title implies, these are works that allow me to let go of strong, heartfelt emotions that are often not the best to keep bottled up. I hope that I may use my knowledge of...
