Poem from Cordelia(2)

Winter Night 

When its winter
More people suffer
In freezing nights
People enters cruel
World of winter.
With snows knuckling on
Their windows,
And sharp pain like knife
Each step they take
On snow.
I am death.
My job is to put them
In peace.
Out of the world of suffered pain
Out of the world of cruel and hurt.
During winter I put them in peace
On by one.
Where they can rest in peace
And don’t worry about
Suffer
Pain
Cruelness of world
Hurtful world 
 
                         By Nahyun R
 
Branch: Cordelia Library

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