I make my way through the snow,
of the way many went, but not yet come,
I made my way through that sticky snow,
upon which lies a sickly sight.
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Why don't your poems rhyme? Anyway I like how you spelled some stuff wrong show a daredevilness in your poetry
I agree. This was an incredible poem by the way. Amazing vocabulary. Even better immagry.
Thank you very much ^^. I decided not to rhyme in this poem in an attempt to slow the narrative pave and create a more somber atmosphere.