Posted in Poetry

The Garden

Winter fades into the life of spring

Ice melts to reveal pale white roses

Petals kissed with the deepest red

The nectar of innocence that once lulled the world into sleep

Will once again spill, painting everything in its dark dye

As time passes, all things remain the same

Like the white roses blooming red beneath the snow 

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Life is a strange state of being, if you could even call it that. It's honestly quite a bit larger than I expected. I am not very good at introductions, so I suppose I will start with a generic hello. I am Mi_Chan, or, at least, that is one of the many names the people closest to me call me by. I created this website back in high school for a creative writing class, and have found it to be a good place to store away my thoughts. I enjoy writing poetry and short stories, and am currently working on a novel.

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