Winter Forecast... - Poem by Aleksandra Szymanska
The cold breath of the world soon will display its odd art
framed in arms of the winds chasing echo down earth’s heart…
It will showcase few bouquets of God’s frozen finger prints
on the window of each house touched by worklace of iced hints…
Life’s a puzzle and the answers lay beneath all what’s unknown,
all what can’t be ever touched, so fragile, so easily torn…
And we know that only time can decript the hidden truth,
as it's tried the taste of all bits, life has fed us since our youth…
Look at cold, wintery sky, the bruised clouds which glide so fast…
Are they there to let you know their sad song won’t ever last?
Look at petals of the roses shaped by frost every dawn:
don’t they tell you what you’ll find on the spring, sun-warmed lawn?
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