Free Verse Poem by Luna Evraire
The snow falls in pretty, Unperfect flakes The sun making them glitter. Once it’s stops, I know - For I have done it before - That I will kick the ground, Trying to mimick the magic Of this ethereal trick Who’s only beautiful if it dies Who’s only temporary Who’s constantly changing Who comes with no warning I want to enjoy it But I know this is only leading to an end Why go through the trouble of liking If it’s only going to be pain ? Why seek the truth when you can believe their beautiful lies ?
Luna (she/her) is an aspiring author who loves to write under all sorts of forms. Poetry has become a part of her life that saves her when everything becomes too much. She loves to write about things she never says aloud.
