White flakes, drifting to the ground
In the midst of this storm, there's no other sound
Nothing but the cold, harsh wind
That takes warmth away from the land
Even in this state of barren emptiness
Remember the times of happiness
The wonderful feeling of comfort
In curling up by a fire, having a cuddle
Make sure to remember the good things
Even when the season of winter begins
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Poetry by Dire
PoetryJust a collection of poems that I wanted to write/share with the world. 🖤 Writing poetry is my way of expressing inner feelings; it helps to calm me so I can sleep at night. 🌙 I hope y'all like them! 😊
