Winter comes to pass
And then spring comes along
As I see the last of the frost melt
The warm arrival of spring can be felt
The white dispersing
To form it's spectrum in everything that blooms
The voices of the mountains
And the colours of the wind
They all seem to sing
The song which is the soul of nature
And can only be heard if one stops and listens longer.
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Inside Her Mind.
PoetryThis little bunch of poems that I am writing is 'how' I feel sometimes 'what' I feel sometimes... these are views towards life and relationships with people and all my compressed thoughts expressed.... They reflect me people I know and what they wan...
