Frosted
Windows, new world
Of patterns and rainbows,
Shimmering in winter’s sunlight,
Puddles
Of ice
Beside the dark green pine forest
Crunching carpet of grass
A bird flutters
And calls
Frosted
Windows, new world
Of patterns and rainbows,
Shimmering in winter’s sunlight,
Puddles
Of ice
Beside the dark green pine forest
Crunching carpet of grass
A bird flutters
And calls
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Beautiful imagery!
“Puddles / Of ice” is an unexpected phrase. But I love oxymorons!
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Beautiful one
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Thankyou so much Sameera.
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Amazing! Well done! Loved this! ❤
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