Bad relationships
are made of opposites
of nature
The way the sun
smiles shining on an
ice crystal
Who sparkles with
reflected love but
soon weeps
And lost in
Sun’s embrace,
disappears.
Bad relationships
are made of opposites
of nature
The way the sun
smiles shining on an
ice crystal
Who sparkles with
reflected love but
soon weeps
And lost in
Sun’s embrace,
disappears.
Sad, the matter, but lovely (truly lovely) the poem.
Thanks; it was just sort of a moment when the sun seemed to be so appreciated but I realized–in my usual Devil’s Advocate way–that it was killing the snow.