The sleep soon drifts to silver snows
slipping through ripples of the mind
playing with images of days just flown
and chancing upon a forgotten smile.
A smile bathed in the silvery shade
sipping the fountain of youth of dreams with mirth
then nestles into a crevice made
with a purple rose in the snowy earth.
It teases the slumbering heart with tunes
and pirouettes across the dreamy skies
dancing on clouds of scented blooms
amid he fleeting constructs of the eye.
Too quickly the scene alters its glow
of pleasantries, it bids 'adieu'
a purple rose melts in the silver snow
and the secret smile fades from view.
an edit of
Silver Snow by Razzberry










Well anyway, wonderful poem!


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