The whitened landscape before my eyes
shimmers bright in the midday sun;
the tiny flakes are gently falling -
I pray and I pray, let them come.
The steady breeze drops them forth
where fate has destined so.
I sit in silent meditation
and gain understanding from the falling snow.
-MR
shimmers bright in the midday sun;
the tiny flakes are gently falling -
I pray and I pray, let them come.
The steady breeze drops them forth
where fate has destined so.
I sit in silent meditation
and gain understanding from the falling snow.
-MR
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