The sky is slowly falling down to earth
And trees like angels guard the world in white
A magical and all-forgiving rite
A cleansing, a renewal, a rebirth.
The sounds are soft, the universe is still
Except for waltzing seeds of new beginning
And every flake confirms that we are winning
The spring will come as we believe it will.
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Vadim Kagan
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Comments (4)
Excellent nature poem vivid imagery
Lovely nature poem
Softly beautiful. Well done.
Beautiful nature poetry🥰