20.12.09

Cold Stream

Snow hails the shoreline
tucking its blanket
for Her Majesty Foam
Heal-all through the tempest
while a Blizzard
Calls
Far, in the mainland
There where morning hoar-frost
Melts
Scared by the upcoming Storm
Who's coming next?
Stiff breeze sails the Vessel
Like it did for those wandering trees
whipped by the Wind
for leaving behind what they got
The state that they were in, lost
Wrecked
On the white-covered coast
Bones of a sunken Wish
Untold
Some dressed up icy cellars
calling them Home
let bygones be bygones.

1 comment:

  1. Hey Lorenzo,

    I enjoyed the images described here. Mysterious with a nice spooky undertone.

    Thank you for sharing.

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