Waves of white,
Dunes of snow.
A magical expanse
Of openness and light.
Wind swirls the
Snow in columns,
Leaving patterns of circles
In their wake.
The wind howls in eerie
Cries of loneliness and desperation.
All life is kept covered
Awaiting the sun,
Resting in the silence
And stillness of cold.
A ring of trees keeps watch
And defines the space.
I sit in the snow and sing.
My song resonates in the emptiness changing forever the space within.
This place fills me
And I am empty no more.
👍🏻👍🏻 Sometimes words can do no justice to the beauty of what you’ve written ❤️
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Thank you 🙂
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I agree noorainsobiya.
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It’s calming.
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Thank you for reading and for your comment, much appreciated! 🙂
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Absolutely!
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