Driven by winter snow,
By cold icy rain,
She wrote a few warm lines
To heal a long-lasting pain.
Pictures of Black and White
Developed through Spiritual light...
She painted them with pencils,
Then made and marked with a stencil.
Driven by a sigh,
A leafy snowdrop eye,
By wind breaking blue sprout.
She cried to herself with a shout
Quietly alone...
These lines were her own.
What was important now
Muses and Angels flying
To save a Woman's Soul.
And make her hope undying.
Poetry Thriving
© Copyright: Яни Сит, 2005
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