From the window of my home,
I see the raindrops fall from
the silvery laced clouds, their
sounds croon with the thunder in
it's soft rumble, I find the cold winds
soothing to my psyche that is
calm as the pearl-like blankets of the
mountains, you arrive as a secret held
over the earth as the winter roses
of our souls waken from dreaming,
for I know, your warm angel wings
will always be there as this
solace of you.
Nov 25, 2025
Nov 25, 2025 at 6:10 AM UTC
From the window of my home,
I see the raindrops fall from
the silvery laced clouds, their
sounds croon with the thunder in
it's soft rumble, I find the cold winds
soothing to my psyche that is
calm as the pearl-like blankets of the
mountains, you arrive as a secret held
over the earth as the winter roses
of our souls waken from dreaming,
for I know, your warm angel wings
will always be there as this
solace of you.
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