Category: Writers Block
I used to feel the rhythm of the rain
But now I feel the snow, so bitter cold
Swirling in the wind's embrace
Drifts and valleys form
Where it was once warm
The shadows live
The echoes thrive in the folds of the pale earth's mantel
And I dream
And I wake
Wishing it were spring again
The longing, the aching in my veins
Wishing for the music of the mountains
The whispers of the stream
And the breeze which smells of musk and water
And so I dream
And I wake
And I visualize the ocean
And its sweet melody
And then, I smile
Really really good. Thanks.
Bob
Very well written. Absolutely beautiful
What more can I say than I have already? Amazing and beautiful writing as always!