On chilly nights,
My tears fall like snow in flight,
Lonely and bright,
A ceaseless, endless white.
* * *
In the gray of night,
A tiny bird takes to flight,
Hoping for a bite,
Chirping softly out of sight.
* * *
In still winds, so slight,
A hedgehog moves in quiet delight,
Under the tree's moonlit light,
Dreaming in the grass tonight.
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Comments (6)
This is beautifully serene! It feels like a cozy blanket for the soul—gentle, heartfelt, and perfectly captures the warmth within the cold. Lovely work! ✨
Both the poem and pictures are beautiful.
Love how you wrote this- very poetic!
This was soooo beautifully written! Loved it!
I could breathe in, breathe out as I read your beautiful poem,
This is a delightful poem, Anna!