Poetry in Motion: Snowflakes


Snowflakes and Peace…


Something not yet touched by human hand.


Something not yet tarnished by human impurity.


A field of white – silently compiling and compounding –as we sleep at night.

Few things so pure.


Cenoura Lives,
A Warrior Princess



3 comments on “Poetry in Motion: Snowflakes

  1. Priscilla says:

    Love it

  2. Anonymous says:

    The littlest man of snow…but I don’t have one

  3. Anonymous says:

    Very nicely done!

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