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I enjoy writing, obviously. I am generally a happy person, but it seems that the times that I lean on the pen the most are when I am most unhappy. I hope you can excuse that, or enjoy it, or whatever you feel like doing with it as long as you read it. :) Thanks.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain in life

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A winter without snow Is a death without a funeral. The time to stop and reflect As the white flakes cover our souls In peaceful silence Is robbed. Our Painful hearts cannot be rushed To mend from brutal blows. But the snow does not come as it should. The flakes so often just melt To the spearing rain, Who does not leave time for forgiveness. The rain is just cold And pushes for work And rush And motion. Motion that our bodies and minds Cannot always meet. Motion we cannnot bear to summon energy for. Motion which can not be accepted. The snow will not come until it is ready though. Until G...

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