When the snow covers everything, I am at ease.
There is nothing which like snow is giving me peace.
When the tree and the house both is featured in white,
all the same, as the construct together with site.
We are none, to be giving and taking, we are,
like the moon to the sun, making fun of the star.
Necessary or useful is being in vain
when the snow shows to be in itself is the gain.
[The poem was corrected February the 4th 2015 at 08:52 (in verse 2, the word "ridiculing" was changed to "making fun of").]
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At dVerse, today, Marina Sofia wants us to write a poem about snow.
I have put a link to this post on the blog hop of "dVerse" | here |.