Tonight, the stars defy the cold,
After a strange, purple twilight.
The scene stirs my sovereign soul,
In the midst of bleak winter's white
Silence. O Time seems to have stopped!
Yet, I sense first stirrings of spring,
And the rich green surge of snowdrops.
Beauty dwells in delicate things.
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Author:
Dominic Windram (
Offline) - Published: January 21st, 2026 00:40
- Category: Nature
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