Here is a short poem that I've written recently. I hope that you enjoy it.
The Falling Snow
The falling snow,
Drifting down, soft and slow.
Twisting, swirling, in the cold air.
White flakes float by without a single care.
How could they know that my love’s far away?
Or that I long for her each day.
Ah, the ache in my heart,
When we’re apart.
◇ Xtreme Skilled Knights ◇
An army of many is more powerful than an army of one.
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