Winter Shore

"winter shore"

A hollow tree stimulates the frostflakes landing point,
eminent to conglomerate,
A vainful outcome.

footprints in the thick snow,
the snow thickens, the road beckons a danger,
the mainframe of the portrait shimmers dark shade,
the outcome is little.

"What we know today
may be altered tomorrow,
for tomorrow is the only hope,
and the only hope, tomorrow is."

fooling in the winter trees,
the snow intensifies,
frost magnifies the sky,
glinting, dark white blotches,
scarce visuals, above it blackens from white snowflakes.

estrangement we have here,
no one can tell us who the stranger hold's dear,
for he is nie to his end,
and she is inclined to reap the benefit,
this is the end that the beautiful winter shore beholds,
claiming despair as a witness,
vanquishing the disappearance of the sweetheart,
she bestows broken remedies,
with a crack in the middle of the heart inevitably bleeding, dripping a salted glue-like liquid,
tempting the resilient to drink it,

What we know from winter is
it is heavens heights exclusion
when it ripens a storm to create whistles,
to induce brass-lights in the sky,
and thus we believe, it is trickling beauty,
but it is a dream.
the shoreline, a stream,
intensifying shouts,
vanquish the vainful before it is re-routed,
"for thine is the kingdom"
and it is left unbelievable by many
this is destiny,
to leave winter shore magnificence,
and forget ignorance,
for the love of this place is like that of distaste,
solution is clear, it is not here we find our peace.