Winds of time

RSM0812

When the winds of time, Their narrow blow,

In tunnels of the world, on grounds below

Begins her dance, a freezing breeze.

Puts cold in what and is believed,

Of any other sort of sound,

Blowing in the ears of nature bound.

Awoke The earth on this still morn.

And stormed eternal in its form.

 

  • Author: RSM (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 7th, 2025 05:45
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • arqios

    The winds of time don’t hibernate or migrate in the winter- a revelatory thought courtesy of your engaging poem! πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠπŸ‘πŸ»

    • RSM0812

      I agree. Lol. Winter has no bounds.

      • arqios

        Cheers πŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠπŸ‘πŸ»

      • Poetic Licence

        Nature free to do as it pleases, enjoyed the read



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