Pure as a picture*
Moist air comes on its way
Forming with its Love in a wind that is blowing
Little crystal angels coming, it is snowing
Blank canvas becomes more white
It keeps falling from its flight
Now it laid its blanket on the ground
It came with purity and Love, without a sound
Dom*Colucci 2012
In the stillness of nature
ReplyDeleteMy soul is able to mature
Infinity in silence
Taking it slow
In a peaceful inhabitance.
Snow White sleeps
Until Prince Spring starts to enter
waking her up from the deeps
beautiful. loved the poem and the poem mieke wrote in response.
ReplyDeleteshe completed your poem :)
lots of love.
thank you sharmishtha! It so happens we are inundated with snow at the moment where I live :)Am living the fairytale lol
ReplyDeleteOOOOOOOOO...I feel storybook magic in your poem my Dearest Mieke...I like it as feel this one in the picture as well...thank you for those beautiful words Love...enjoy as well(+)
ReplyDeleteDom*;)xoxoxo@}--
thank you my Precious Flower of God's Love...we only had every little snow this year...but this is OK...a path is much easier to traverse through...enjoy as well(+)
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