The ground on which I stand has been shaken,
Its too cold, dark and quiet in here,
The Snow flakes come dancing down from nowhere,
They have nowhere to go,
And nothing to say...
Occasionally one rests on your brow,
Takes away all your sorrow...
I wish life meant more to me than it does,
I wish I dwelled in a Snow Globe.
1 comment:
Simple and insightful. I love the way beauty can be captured in even the most ordinary bits of life... And its lesser noticed objects :/
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