From the beds where the angels keep
Their watch throughout eternity
Upon the world where mortals sleep
The first snowflake falls so gently.
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Liked it. Time is personal and relative and springs forth from our experience of the world, such as waking to a lovely snowfall.
A free flight of creativity on winged imagination. Good rendition of words to utmost justice in a lovely piece of poetry with rhythmic splendour. Thanks for sharing.