Marching down high altitude
Engulfed by white solitude
Avalanches of snow pile upon
The aching part of the lonely soul
With bullets of ice wounded inside
Frozen is the heart by the blizzards
The soul and heart together huddle
Rub in silence hope to kindle
Chilly, frosty with pensive mood
Cold are the days of solitude
Till the snowy storms finally abate
Put me in your cave to hibernate
Clever use of metaphors to express your loneliness. Very nice.
A picturesque poem.You have well penned down the feeling of loneliness.A good work.Keep it up.
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A refined poetic imagination, Fasika. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.