Pristine white snow.

Pristine white snow.

They told me to wait until the winter…
to see if I can become as white as snow,
but in this place so cold and lonely
Will I ever become for sure a pristine soul?

A prison of thoughts will hold my instincts,
manners will change as I will grow,
but if I fail and never become that pristine…
Will they condemn me to wait ‘til winter comes?

The stench of blood and my heart beating,
the words stucking in my tongue,
the air I take on every breathing…
Is every man but me a pristine soul?

Snow falls down on lonely places,
the wind is cold and winter came;
chances are gone and I’m not pristine,
may the snow will pour the human race.

 

God, this was just perfect. I was feeling cold while reading this. I know...don't say anything. It is always a pleasure to read you.
Love, Pemb

 

It seems like the winder theme is on this time of year, since I just read a poem in Spanish that talks about the snow flakes... Anyways, this an awesome piece. It carries depth in each line and captures the reader from beginning to end. Great work!
Regards,
JC

 

I Know, but i have to say something. The pleasure of having you here is lways mine my dear, and yes, it's cold and perfect, acid but true, just like me XD.

Love, me.

 

Men are like snow flakes, you se them iqual, but they still are different each and every one, one most let them be and enojoy instead of complaining... something like that.

Glad you liked it, it's good to see you here.

Thanks.