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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Winters Jasmine White ice and sliver moon. Emerald life and dark cobalt blue sky. ...falling crystalline purity. As I walk through falling white in a ...season of ...renewal... I smell the sweet aroma of yellow suns... Flaring through chilly winters last dance Life is fleeting in the relentless winter spell. As frost takes its last bow. Icy white blankets the earth as a crazy quilt. The sweet smells of jasmine thicken the Air. Life flies in Lives Silver light... I walk with the scent of sweet memories... Aromas of finer flowers drift through the frozen air. Memories of springs past... Float and spin like snowflakes... I brush cold from little yellow stars. Drink the winds of perfumed little suns. ...that drift afar... ...in seas of deep dark sapphire blue skies. Moon rays dance... On chilly frost that crosses the night. The lunar marks the time. A Sent of life drifts on the night. Lights...from...distant golden...sparks. That light my standing after eve's passing And the blazing white ...darkens deepens cools, I see it pool. In twilight with jasmine that ...spins about my head. With its sweet pungent air... I brush cold from little Sun's, ...in Twilight last rays of lunar plays... On chilly frost that crisscrosses the pains of darkened... window seals A House, that is quite as A Mouse and sits on the night like Strange phantoms. Framed by bright orange and red. As the sun dies on the ...horizon... Jasmine petals are delicate ...and fall ...on to a silent Earth. To start the cycle a new... ...rebirth. A fragrance that rests gently on the Air. I walk under street lamps ...with Hard lights... Sharp shadows are softened by the Moon rays cresses ... crisscrossings. Dream's that will be dreamt of ...memories about springs past, And what will be... seen by me. I return to my Home... That has passed from the day onto the night as twilight has now gone. As I am cold and must go toward the The warmth of futures is yet to come and be told. IN MEMORIUM OF MY MOTHER
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