Snow Art (one)

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“In the depth of winter
I finally learned
that there was in me
an invincible summer”
Albert Camus

Snow Art

Snow Dragon

“It is time to say goodbye,
So, fly my little pretties, fly!”

Said the snow white dragon
As she pushed the tiny frozen snowflakes off her wagon

“Now go and the world populate,
For this is our season to dominate.
Sooner, than later,
Our time will be less greater,
As the warm weather,
Throws it fiery tether,
Our lives will be forfeited
Into the ever changing ground fitted.
So, fly my little pretties, fly,
Before it is time to die!”

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Snow Art (two)

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“In the depth of winter
I finally learned
that there was in me
an invincible summer”
Albert Camus

Snow Art

Snow Dance

In the deepest of forests
In a time, well past august
A rhythm laid dormant
Waiting, sleeping, snoring
Until the time of performance…

Then, one shiny night
When the moon, was lit bright
Fell the tiny white flakes
Leaving glistening sparkles in their wake
The time for doing the shake
Had finally arrived!

If you happen to take a stroll
In winter’s frozen poles
Listen carefully for the sound
It can be heard all around
Listen to the nature’s wintery band
And do, join the jam

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Solitude (five)

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“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac

Solitude

At the turn of the hour
The lone yellow flower
Has mustered all its power
Fully loaded with a new attitude
To leave the state of solitude

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Solitude (one)

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“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac

Solitude

On the barren land
Which the owners damned
A solitary flower stands
In a soil filled with sand
It may not be grand
But still in demand

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Solitude (two)

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“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac

Solitude

From the cold hard rock
Little yellow things found their dock
Now in the summer’s breeze
The tiny flowers cheerfully flock

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Solitude (six)

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“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac

Solitude

Into the open air it fled
Its wings wide spread
A solitary bird
Without its herd
Into the horizon to be blurred

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Solitude (eight)

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“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac

Solitude

On the rocks was seen
The solitary house
Fit for a queen
And even a mouse

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Solitude (four)

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“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac

Solitude

Suspended in mid air
Trying to get somewhere
Alas going nowhere
Hanging there
Quite the solitaire

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Solitude (seven)

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“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac

Solitude

As far as the eye can see
Only a solitary tree
Stand still on the mountain

If you keep on shouting
It may be responding
As it was told to be, a tree of tales

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Solitude (three)

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“Solitude is fine
but you need someone to tell
that solitude is fine.”
― Honoré de Balzac

Solitude

On a sunny day
A little bug made its way
Onto a flowery place to stay
Now in full play

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