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Ode of a Snowman
I feel the cold deep within my bones,
A winter's chill, it softly moans.
Silent whispers in the frosty air,
Nature's grip, so crisp and fair.
Beneath the moon's ethereal glow,
A world transformed with sparkling snow.
Each step I take, a crunching sound,
In this icy realm, serenity I found.
The trees adorned in icy lace,
Nature's artistry, a wondrous grace.
Frozen crystals, a shimmering sight,
A dance of light in the still of night.
In the cold I feel a warmth glow within,
Embracing solitude, where dreams begin.
The frigid air may bite and sting,
But within my heart, a melody to sing.
As winter's breath wraps me tight,
I find solace in the tranquil night.
A symphony of silence, a frosty tune,
Beneath the glow of the watchful moon.
In the cold, a paradox unfolds,
A canvas of stories, ancient old.
I feel the chill, yet warmth prevails,
A tale of winter, where magic trails.
© Metta_Zen
A winter's chill, it softly moans.
Silent whispers in the frosty air,
Nature's grip, so crisp and fair.
Beneath the moon's ethereal glow,
A world transformed with sparkling snow.
Each step I take, a crunching sound,
In this icy realm, serenity I found.
The trees adorned in icy lace,
Nature's artistry, a wondrous grace.
Frozen crystals, a shimmering sight,
A dance of light in the still of night.
In the cold I feel a warmth glow within,
Embracing solitude, where dreams begin.
The frigid air may bite and sting,
But within my heart, a melody to sing.
As winter's breath wraps me tight,
I find solace in the tranquil night.
A symphony of silence, a frosty tune,
Beneath the glow of the watchful moon.
In the cold, a paradox unfolds,
A canvas of stories, ancient old.
I feel the chill, yet warmth prevails,
A tale of winter, where magic trails.
© Metta_Zen
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