A poem

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A poem written by me some time ago(few years ago):
Cold Life
Frosty snow nipping at your nose.
"Ignorance is bliss" said the old man.
The tundra is seen for rows and rows.
A child is out playing, without a tan.
Icy shackling prisoners with cold intent.
biting now, ending all that is alive.
Hopeful sparks try but can not represent.
Yet the child is still moving, striving.
Father Time and mother earth continue.
Closing in, fading, darkening, shadows,
the use of faith should be discontinued.
A misty part, no comfort appears in the sullen willows.
It is gone now, gone, you couldn't catch it if you tried.
It is fast as a ginger bread man, but it dies.


(wrote it a while back for an english class, found, it along with others)

Haiku:
Earth crying help
The soil being rejuvenated
Bulldozer singing
Jet files overhead
Morning sky fragrant with earth
The city never stops work


More to come.... (That I will actually write in the near future, these are old ones)