Perpetual Snow (Title)
He’s numb from the waist down,
and doesn’t care.
Why I love him?
I do not know
His love for me died long ago.
Like leaves covered, in perpetual snow.
This love is breaking: row on row.
As ice forms at the roots below.
This rosy smile: a distant glow.
While this love lies in perpetual snow.
Copyright © 2014 Deborah M. Hodgetts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great deep thoughts