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May you find yourself in the world…and may you enjoy the company!

When silver gray winter skies exhale

you inhale icy purity into your lungs

and your brain is on diamond alert

filtering even the tiniest dust particles

that might occlude your channels

of crystal clear tune perception.



Snow is in the air, its whispers grow.

Blades of grass vibrate in expectation.

Branches of naked trees test their muscles

while a thousand eyes in the bushes

get ready to witness the white magic

promising sparkling transformation.



Snowflakes perform their graceful dance

as if every single one was an Étoile

dressed in a glistening lace tutu.

The skies upload their precious cover

in the most enchanting tune of silence.

Wrapped in unequaled beauty you sigh.



You hear the chimes of heavenly realms

which aim at the center of your breast

the hushed sound expands in your heart.

In synchronization with this wintry gift

you drift from yourself into a divine embrace.

You do not dream, you are the dream!



Snow sounds still fill your whole being

when you awake to a new radiant day

of awe inspiring quiet beauty

pulsing peacefully in your chest

reverberating in your shining eyes

and glowing deep within your soul.

*******************************

Remembering Margherita who wrote this poem.

Last edited by Inda

When silver gray winter skies exhale

you inhale icy purity into your lungs

and your brain is on diamond alert

filtering even the tiniest dust particles

that might occlude your channels

of crystal clear tune perception.



Snow is in the air, its whispers grow.

Blades of grass vibrate in expectation.

Branches of naked trees test their muscles

while a thousand eyes in the bushes

get ready to witness the white magic

promising sparkling transformation.



Snowflakes perform their graceful dance

as if every single one was an Étoile

dressed in a glistening lace tutu.

The skies upload their precious cover

in the most enchanting tune of silence.

Wrapped in unequaled beauty you sigh.



You hear the chimes of heavenly realms

which aim at the center of your breast

the hushed sound expands in your heart.

In synchronization with this wintry gift

you drift from yourself into a divine embrace.

You do not dream, you are the dream!



Snow sounds still fill your whole being

when you awake to a new radiant day

of awe inspiring quiet beauty

pulsing peacefully in your chest

reverberating in your shining eyes

and glowing deep within your soul.

Last edited by Inda

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