Quiet Poetry Lounge : the surreal realness

[TotalView]

as the snow falls
i can hear each flake
softly ping a code to the others
as they come together
to blanket everything
in their wake
with a sweet breath of pristine-ness

 

[baller]

they heard the ping
and blanketed each scene
with its virginity
an unbroken tapestry
of tightly woven
pristine-ness

falling

 

[alyce]

Powerful imagery!!!! I wanted to reach out and SLAP YOU!!!! (meant in the kindest way, feel me)

thank you for this bliss!!!

 

[baller]

i feel ya.

the chill of winter's air has a way of painting picturesque scenes of COLD, COLD dreams. it seem, i stare at that lake everyday...and pray summer comes early this year.

THANKS, my friend.