"The Death of a Sad Snowman"

Once in the far northern lands,
stood a snowman with a broom and yet no hands,
some of many days he saw birds that flew away,
all tho they wandered, he didnt find a reason to stay,
so looking at the cloudy sun,
he smiled thinking about words such as "fun",
standing here all alone,
he thought all might be gone,
that his sad current state,
was ment as to all faith,
so he moved to southern lands,
where no snowman stands,
he felt warmth and saw a boy,
which danced and singed bringing joy,
for the first time in a life while,
you could see a snowmans smile,
and so he thought he can stay,
but he didnt know if he may,
he asked people all places,
traveled many spaces,
but in the end with the sun,
he discovered hes just an ordinary snowman,
people, blind, pushed him away,
shaped, formed as out of clay,
a king without throne,
he was again alone,
many yet around him,
but he thought of that boy, happy and firm,
he shook his head and said "Farewell",
not even a poor church ringed a bell,
as the heart of the snowman died,
his soul left, no one cried,
as he stood yet many years,
freed of all his doubt and fears.



Short story by Golem
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Written on 2007-02-19 at 22:08

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