The trees were bare, the ground was white,
The sky had an eerie grey-blue light.
The fields were empty, clean and pure,
Winter waited for the sun to shine once more.
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Happiness always costs a price...Great poem.. :)
a great poem, touching..well delivered theme..excellent write... Ency bearis
Hi Naomi nice poem, its so true that love often ends in tragedy and u portrayedit with alot of feeling and colour, nice poem :)
Very tragic.Sad events it always seems that when we soar with happiness someone or something has to burst our balloon.