See now, the grey turn to silver
Threads in dark winter’s night,
The promise of golden days ahead
When summer’s sun my soul will warm
Threads in dark winter’s night
Paint a picture in the trees
When summer’s sun my soul will warm
The picture will come to life
Paint a picture in the trees
Though winter’s cold my soul does chill
The picture will come to life
As the earth moves round to face the sun
Though winter’s cold my soul does chill
Soon the thickening ice will melt
As the earth moves round to face the sun
The picture becomes complete
Soon the thickening ice will melt
And I will dance in summer’s sun
The picture becoming complete
As grey turns to silver then to gold
So captivating and mesmerizing. I love the use of repetition in this poetic form. This is an absolute beauty of a piece—so stunning and penned with gorgeous imagery and evocative verse. Excellence!
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Thankyou so much Lucy. Some people find this form too repetetive and boring, and too slow. So I stopped writing in this forme. Then I started again because I,like it. Your words have encouraged me, so thankyou so much ❤️
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this is quite lovely
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