Drip

This is a poem for the Christmas competition. Enjoy :D

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1. Drip.

Drip...

The ice melts and drips

Onto withered, frosty grass

Drip...

The ice falls onto

Dead flowers that have no hope

Of ever living again

Drip...

Fingers snapping off

Bits of the ice

That drips onto their thin gloves

Drip...

That sad little sound

That's feeble and painful

To hear after the Christmas parties

That

Drip...

With more fake pretences

Of over exaggerated happiness

And joy

Drip...

Drip...

Drip... 

 

 

 

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