A rare thing to see
in that place. An oddity.
Bright, clear, like new life.
Snowing all morning.
Flames dancing in the fireplace,
flames, like flakes, like dreams.
summer gone bankrupt,
dreams entering a wasteland,
unknown hence hopeful.
Fresh snow not living
up to my expectations,
let me down like dreams.
wow..this is beautiful..i like the flow and the swing of the words. Great imagery and personification...really enjoyed this. -SG
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very pretty little poem, lovely read.