A Ballad for Death

A compilation of the first 500 poems I ever wrote.
I write in my free time accross different styles and themes, sometimes there are reasons to what I write and sometimes there are not, but I always try to follow my inspiration.


168. Taste of fresh white snow

On my tongue rolls the taste

Of fresh white snow

That in my haste

I gobble and swallow,

The cold flakes melting down,

Trapped in my throat,

And now the flow

Around me wets my coat.

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