Frosty chill seeps
through aching bones
in the haunting quiet,
the dead of night.
Spans of freezing white
stretch beyond me...
Will I ever see the
prettiest plum blossoms...
or is that a drop
of blood in the snow?...
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Author:
Aradhya (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Plum blossoms bloom in the coldest winters, it's a herald of spring, a sign of the end of winter and arrival of spring
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
A light poem that has a hint of darkness. Well written
Thank you
You are most welcome Aradhya
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