Winter
By Danw
Perfection is a winters day, A reflection of danger gone away Summer was too wild No-longer needed, Could she have been… Lost in haste, or thrown away Nature was a child, Withered and wasted away An only child With only no-one to care Nature was a fire To young to put out To bright to be the same Yet to dull to light the way With a life left to lead, On the leash that’s put her down The only dog in town With no love to breed So she bleeds, The fire it feels her pain For this pain she cries With only no-one to blame She sleeps alone, beneath the trees The world her only company tonight Alone she dies, with all who care And those who don’t Tonight we die… Written February 5th, 2002 © on Feb 26 2002 01:40 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"Perfection is a winters day,..."