Up to the sky
Past all the abyss
Here a fly buzz by
Seeing you brings bliss
Your charm is a virtue
You’re a mere saint
I will always come through
And catch you when you faint
Winter snow flakes are falling
Raising your tongue to the air
Your radiant beauty is stalling
I can’t help but stop and stare
Sweet sounds of singing
Down yonder across the way
Soft chimes of church bells ringing
A breath taking moment I must say
Half way into the sun set
Across the endless stretch of snow
You brighten up the world yet
With that of an endless glow
Hi Adam. Great descriptive picture of a winters glow. thanks for the read regards Dave T.
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Here a fly buzz of bliss is motivated and we feel the expression. Mere saint's charm is virtue. Winter snow flakes are falling and air is rising. We are hearing sweet sound and this is completely motivating us. The endless glow is perfectly felt. You have nicely written this excellent poem...10