The soft chilly crystals
Falling from the sky
Has beauty of their own
Alluring than the beauty in summer lie
Flowers aren't dead everywhere
They are just in a deep slumber
Resting till the show begins
Then will blossom from their chamber
The routes all are covered in a veil
Like a child wrapped in a quilt drowse
And when the morn arrives
He will vibrantly from his bed arouse
Rubbing their eyes & smiling at the world
The chilly cold winter will surely subside
And when the spring arrives
The bloom in a valley will reside...
© by Ruman Hafsa
2016
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 2:31 PM UTC
The soft chilly crystals
Falling from the sky
Has beauty of their own
Alluring than the beauty in summer lie
Flowers aren't dead everywhere
They are just in a deep slumber
Resting till the show begins
Then will blossom from their chamber
The routes all are covered in a veil
Like a child wrapped in a quilt drowse
And when the morn arrives
He will vibrantly from his bed arouse
Rubbing their eyes & smiling at the world
The chilly cold winter will surely subside
And when the spring arrives
The bloom in a valley will reside...
© by Ruman Hafsa
2016
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