A carrot for a nose. Let's do a photo & pose.
Hands made out of sticks can hold a rose.
Two black stones for eyes we know.
A Beanie about that.
Black skies with crying eyes.
A mind that's wise.
An existence until the sun melts their demise. Stone cold without a real hand to hold.
Without a voice or name.
No choice or fame.
A cursed destiny to blame.
Snowflakes are all the same.
Lost in a blizzard with no magic wizard.
Don't listen to the serpent or the lizard.
Inside the cave the snowman sits.
Each moment melting bit by bit.


© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem