Evening after the snow fall
Upon millions of icicles
Fall the rays of burning sun
The sky lights up with ambers
Wrapped around tree limbs.
The splendid gold none can hoard
But to feel blessedly on board.
Welcome to my blog. In my quiet hours I seek to touch the depth of myself and my surroundings. My thoughts that take form of poetry are just the scratches on the surface of life as it reveals to me. Wrapped in a delicate veil of symbolism and ambiguity these verses and expressions also fulfill my desire to share a bit of my self with others. I hope reading them would be as enjoyable for you as writing them has been for me.
Evening after the snow fall
Upon millions of icicles
Fall the rays of burning sun
The sky lights up with ambers
Wrapped around tree limbs.
The splendid gold none can hoard
But to feel blessedly on board.
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