The path of life
crystals of snow, tumbles through the aircovering the land in a blanket of white
a child lies in a ditch, trying to heel her wounds
her father left her
her brother passed away
her mother she have only seen once
the day she first opened her eyes
(One lost soul)
(One longing heart)
A lonely girl wandering
(One salt tear)
(One soundless scream)
The cold path of life
Twirling snowflakes, lightens up the sky
dances with the wind, takes a rest on a branch
the child, crawls up, from her tomb filled with snow
in a blizzard with claws
in a dance between the snow
in a world filled with icing hate
for the non explainable
(One lost soul)
(One longing heart)
A lonely girl wandering
(One salt tear)
(One soundless scream)
The cold path of life
The world is white, but have black heart
for people with lesser fortune, the once who don't fit in
Abandoned children, forgotten widows
and poor working men, who carries the world on the shoulders
The little girl has found her rest, and the snow is turning red
the wound she had, it did not heel
and life is pouring out from her head
You can see her in the snow in winter
You can see her in the stars at night
her feet you hear softly tapping
on the path of life
Poetry by MoonChild
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Written on 2005-08-29 at 21:48
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