May 28, 2008

A Year’s Chapters

Searing sun

Ocean becons to it

Sand architecture

Shimmering pond

Scent of blossoms

Green leaves tremble

Life is asleep

Pearly Blanket of snow

Cold cuts like a knife

Flora decays

Fauna migrates

It is raining

Your hand in mine

Love blossoms a new

Mosquito bites

Poli Blintsovskaya


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