My heart is laden with the late winter’s snow
How pristine… How very elegant and decadent
Swaddled with my prideful green boughs bending low
Not even the beckoning wanton gusts evoke a quiver
But nigh on the horizon, the rays of spring
Proceed, gleaming ever before and ever after
Now, that which once benumbed falls, thawed, shattering
I stand, soaked, as I dance with only a remembered shiver
You have the talent of creating beauty with your poems. I’m always in awe whenever I read them.
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You’re so kind, thank you 🙂 I am trying very hard to only put out positive content so this prompt made that a little difficult, but I hope it was uplifting to you
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Yes it did.
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