He And I: A Literary Allusion - Poem by Brianna Richard
He’s stuck in winter by the woods
And I am stuck in spring.
He’s lost but content to be away
In the darkness, of death it seems,
And I am content with life.
He wants nothing more to stare
At snowy trees and stay there for the night.
But I need hope, the fragility that spring
Offers, not the cold, dark atmosphere
Of a woods on a snowy evening.
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