Frostburn
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(Here is a modest, untitled poem I made originally in finnish, but translated it to english)
Sun climbs the celestial ladder,
I wake filled with bliss.
In form of gray rose,
truth comes knock my door.
I am alone.
No longer you are beside me,
you never even were.
I rise on my bed and sigh,
sadness becomes my cape.
Everything once again goes without meaning,
I sit and wait for my time.
No liquor, no family, no friends could ever carry my burden.
There is no ointment for my wounds.
Sun climbs the celestial ladder,
I wake filled with bliss.
In form of gray rose,
truth comes knock my door.
I am alone.
No longer you are beside me,
you never even were.
I rise on my bed and sigh,
sadness becomes my cape.
Everything once again goes without meaning,
I sit and wait for my time.
No liquor, no family, no friends could ever carry my burden.
There is no ointment for my wounds.