This poem is a cool breeze.
This poem is the freezing snow.
This poem is peaceful death.
This poem is a deep breath of life-
A cool touch that stirs one's senses.
It's a minute wave treading on the dry earth,
That whispers tales of unknown worlds
Where is had danced on calm waters.
This poem is the cool breeze.
This poem is a vast coat of ice,
That ensnares life in crystal flakes.
Memories lost in mortality
Lie buried beneath its ominous beauty.
Like fallen stars illuminating the earth,
This poem is the freezing snow.
This poem is a man lurking in the shadows-
A memory devouring one's courage,
Like a nightmare dwelling in an innocent mind.
It's a lonely journey to an unknown truth,
In which souls fearfully embark.
This poem is peaceful death.
This poem is the cool, tingling breeze.
This poem is the white, freezing snow.
This poem is the inevitable and peaceful death.
©
Nsiki Gwala
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GRADE
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