Irreal there is a
My thoughts,
But, melancholy
Is the real...
Until then proce-
Eds in heart
Snowfall of
Blank verse...
But sings the roses,
All the with hearts...
By Morning sing a
Spring major's...
Only the piece
Of, winters, shines
At the mountains
Top, like so nice
As in dreams sings,
He with a base:
I will return...
Soon - very fast....
Snow fall of blank verse...what a wonderful phrase. Your mind is filled with music.10, of course. Love, Sandra
You painted a beautiful picture of nature with using a paint brush of words..........Good Write.....10+++
what a brilliant work! the arrangement of verses gives a new tune to the poem that turn it deeper than it already is.... i just love it.
rhymes and rhythm with soft tone were so amazing as always Tsira... Snowfall of Blank verse... But sings the roses, All the with hearts... lovely, just lovely...............10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your usage of words are as complicated as those of a master chess player...iip