The sleet comes tinkling down in a whispered melody
A white rain in a still, sleeping world
That turns to crystal the bare, brown branches
Of the silent slumbering trees.
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A lovely portrayal of falling hailstones, nicely encapsulated and well written with conviction. You're got a knack for writing and nature. Thanks for sharing Sylvia.
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A lovely portrayal of falling hailstones, nicely encapsulated and well written with conviction. You're got a knack for writing and nature. Thanks for sharing Sylvia.