This is a poem about a winter morning and its beauty.
Oh, God, what have You done?
You've painted all the living into white
and grey. Just somewhere, a spark
sparkles. Lightened windows.
The grey sky. Grey pine trees.
A flock of black birds on white branches,
and one of them flies down the grey river, and the other
throws itself like a stone
down the cliff.
Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-08-22 at 16:05
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A Winter Morning
Oh, God, what have You done?
You've painted all the living into white
and grey. Just somewhere, a spark
sparkles. Lightened windows.
The grey sky. Grey pine trees.
A flock of black birds on white branches,
and one of them flies down the grey river, and the other
throws itself like a stone
down the cliff.
Poetry by Dejan
Read 433 times
Written on 2006-08-22 at 16:05
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