Winter - Poem by tenzin tibet
Oh! white powder sprinkles
From heavenly hand above
To the bleak land below.
No haste like hailstorm
Nor like heaviness of monsoon rain.
But like heavenly decent of robin's feather,
Blessed the earth again with white.
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