Winter falls,
Sun soften it warmth,
Dews fall upon spider webs
making pearl
Meadow still in white blanket
She hold his hand and whispers
‘did I thank you for your kindness and love'
‘Yes, my love, every time you smile at me', he whispers back.
The love-making between sun and the meadow against the backdrop of a dewy winter morning makes a nice reading...thanks for sharing this poem...
winter falls as a lullaby to soften the warmth of sun- nice poem - my ten++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very impressive write, Dipa. You may like to read my poem, Love And. Thank you.