Beautiful, they fall
On mountains' hands outstretched
Unbelievable how small
Not ones' beauty ever matched.
Landing like a whisper
In bended branches high
The sight pleasantries of winter
Screaming that spring is coming, nigh.
Seas of white and sparkle
The cold coupling the wind
I cannot help but marvel
At the unity of the undefined.
The travel one must take
To experience the world worth seeing
To land so close to daybreak
And now the snowflakes are dreaming.
AGD
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Painting With Words
PoetryThese are subtle glimpses I get from the lives of the people around me, written as poems. Some refer to me; most don't. Enjoy.
