Shine comes up and melt the darkness away
The songs of birds and sweet melody unto ears
Hazy sight and hilly high decorated in silver white
Swift River thwarting its way in its grandeur half
The wandering air and its whispering season song
Turn field dry as burned straw play black and blue
Greeneries are rare yet has timeless serenity
Beauty unleash in Divine as no souls intrude
Cob web covered bushes arrange in heaven's delight
Dew drops captured from air that winter ignite!
All is calm and this their time in quiet bounty
Pleasant are these and In deep slumber we dream!
-SLIM
Friday,9 November 2012 19:13
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