white tapestry
white on white
whispering gently
in the night
wind was blowing
from the North
and with it came
the frozen flakes
different sizes
different shapes
– white whiter whitst –
flakes so thick
one cannot see
amidst the frozen tapestry
with golden shades
of rainbow glances
and glittering rays
of sunlight fancy
sparks flying
from a prism
skipping playfully
across the snow
and gentle whispers
all around
– quiet, quieter, quiests –
and suddenly a vibrant silence
robin & mlaure
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