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Here it is.....
Time does not pass when snow is falling --/
only the silence falls. Trees glisten, trembling/

as a body trembles beneath a white sheet,/
the room cold, shock of warm hands, feet/

twisted and touching feet. The snow fell/
and settled on her hair, diamonds to tell/

the story of her beauty, silence in timelessness,/
eyes saying stay, her whispers wordless./

That night I woke to the silence of snow. Her arm/
was a season touching me, white, almost warm,/

a light in darkness. The first snow falling/
as only silence falls. The world lies listening./

Time passes as the seasons pass. Leaves sprouting/
their tragic wings, November bravely shouting/

its hypnotic soliloquy to a December sky, frail/
and innocent, fear of first love as first things fail:/

time stills in my mind like unbroken snow,/
her face white and lovely at the window.

2007-05-30 12:27:56 · 1 answers · asked by NotTheStatusQuo 5 in Arts & Humanities Poetry

1 answers

I am no Einstein by any means, and this is not my cup of tea. But to me it is talking of a loved one, her death, and how the time passes. But yet he still remembers her sitting by the window.

2007-05-30 12:38:31 · answer #1 · answered by Barbie 3 · 0 0

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