Feb 15, 2012

In Meditation

Lady Winters dreaming
her dreams becomes the snow
her winter breath is icy
in the coldness of it's flow

Through the hall of seasons
she walks the winter night
onward, with rhyming reason
poetic musings taking flight.

Crystal shards of moonbeams
glitter above her head
to her left are cool streams
on her right are diamond beds

She walks the silver pathway
that sparkles with each stride
she has no fear of foul play
it's only her, who here resides.

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