A common space for harmonic peacemakers
can you hear the falling snow
whose silent waves from far away
bring sweet caressing harmonies
of dancing patterns born to play.
with soundless touch, all feathery
a gently pressing melody
in notes of pure geometry.
its winters blessing here to stay
a virgin dressed in stark display
enough to take your breath away.
its about that time of year... again.
Oh, that time of year... of last years .. only dreams remain on snow ....
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I can smell him, very beautiful.