Thursday, 13 May 2010

Frozen Beauty...

Only in winter sleeping
trees, branches and
dead plants, shrubs
blossom with
white flowers…

And sun loves
these flowers,
comes in the morning
for rob these flowers
in the middle of
the day…

With a sigh,
I’m passing by;
and leaving behind
dried plants, trees
and branches; Once
they attracted me;
now under the
sun light there is
no frozen beauty...

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