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Go on a journey to the soul

By Gabi

I am the cold.
I am the wind which blows,
Across the mountains and plains..
Gathering up my skirts as I race along,
Dropping my fluttering snowflakes,
Swirling, breaking the still silence.
And then I am gone.
Leaving nothing, but the stinging, biting, cold.

I am the fire.
I am the spark that comes to life,
Catching onto anything nearby.
Traveling faster and faster, gathering momentum and picking up speed,
My burning, licking flames rising higher and higher,
Gathering debris into my smoky folds.
And then I am gone.
Leaving behind me a path of destruction.

I am the tear.
I am the emotion that wells up,
Inside your eye, heart and soul,
Trying not to spill over, you blink me back,
But then I let go,
And I go rolling, tumbling, down your soft, slippery cheek.
And then I am gone.
Leaving behind an eyeful of others.

I am death.
I am the end, nothing comes after me.
Swooping down in my black dress,
I sneak quickly and quietly in and do my job.
I give the fatal kiss,
Bringing you to eternal rest.
And then I am gone.
Leaving nothing but the memories.