snow flakes descend the sky like garlands
of shooting stars, dusty and dazzling,
and silver traces mark their cosmic path
which ends in the palms of my hands.
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Wonderful poem! Your description of winter is quite different from the stereotype winter poems! I enjoyed the novelty of your treatment of the subject! Agatha..... you deserve greater attention!
In silent time with the muse of nature. Nice piece of work.