Winter

The passion of one's heart when not truly hating.

Winter

The snow, so pure.
The snow, so cold.
The daily blisters,
as day's grow old.
Such a sight,
Winter is.
The glisten that falls,
reminds me of a heart like his.
So cold and shallow,
on a outside look,
Inside, so beautiful,
like a decent book.
So judged, oh perfect storm.
So beautiful,
after i became warm.
So sad to ever have,
judged your natural being.
Forgive me, oh blind nature;
for not actually seeing.
The blessings one holds within.