Watch the waters flow. While the
crystal white snow, falls down apon
it. So Softly on it. Shut our eyes, &
hold... Then let it go... Into the
waters that flow... Because tomorrow,
like a blanket in the night, it'll be
covered by daylight... Sparkling an bright...
Creating another life... and dreams so white...
I pen winter as a cruel heartless reaper of death, yet you see its beauty and charm and so I am charmed by your description...the power of poetry is indeed useful in our perspective and can change for the better our outlook, thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank You! ! ! Bill, You Are Very Kind, And So Are Your Replies! ! ! ! ! I Look Forward To Reading More Of Your Beautiful Poetry! ! ! ! ! Thank You Again Ever So Much! ! ! ! ! Ever So Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! And Smiles! ! ! ! !