Memories on a shelf, still smiles in a frame
A spark of a life, forever the same.
A cold winter night, the day that we met
In a snow globe forever this scene has been set.
Ashes like snow fall from the sky
In this snow globe world it was just you and I.
Safe from the storms of this world, from the pain
But glass can be shattered, now only shards remain.
The snow globe was there through the good and the bad
As days turned to years, new moments were had.
There we lived in the moment, no room for a fight.
While here were raised voices, slammed doors in the night.
Ashes like snow fall from the sky
In this snow globe world it was just you and I.
Safe from the storms of this world, from the pain
But glass can be shattered, now only shards remain.
But glass can be shattered, now only shards remain.
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Daria Voynova
I'm a beginner writer and I share my stories here in hopes of gaining valuable tips from more experienced members but also to share what I have to say. I mostly write to work through my emotions so the stories don't tend to be bright.
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Hey your words are so stunning, poetic, heart-touching and engaging🥰! "In this snow globe world it was just you and I" - excellent use of imagination like an experienced poet🥰. I subscribed you to give my support and if you wish you can subscribe me as well!