Thursday, 4 February 2021

BUT SOFTLY THE MYRIAD SNOW FLAKES FALL

 

But softly the myriad snowflakes fall

These infinite flakes of purest white

Like pure white down of angel’s wings

Floating gently from heavens height

 

But this is no heaven-sent delight

This thing of beauty that cruelly lingers

For harshly touched is the naked earth

When touched by winters icy fingers

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