TaintedA Poem by BrokenshardsDriven snow, pure and untouched Sprinkled on the grass The headlights of the distant cars Cast soft lights as they pass How beautiful the whiteness is! How innocent it seems! For cruel reality has not appeared To rip apart her dreams Only fate would be so wicked As to touch the spotless snow Only fate would ever
dare To taint the virgin’s glow Then life paints a crimson stain That blots the sheet of white A coat of shame, a blanket of pain Lies hidden by the night Tarnished, it is beautiful no longer It is admired no more And so I bow my head and weep For the loss of something pure © 2013 BrokenshardsFeatured Review
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