There she sat,
On a mound,
With the snow blanket around her
The moonlight streamed,
Beating a path,
Through the snow blanket around her
Her pink cheeks gave a soft glow,
From the falling rays,
Reflected from the whitish snow around her
She sat and waited
Waited for the miracle to happen
The enchantment that was part of the snowy cold moonlit night.
There hovered the voice
In between the tree branches
Along the mist from the snowy ground
The moonlight streamed,
Passing through it,
Slicing through the mist in the air
The voice gave a gasp
From the mixture of the mist
Surrounding it from all directions
The voice hovered and waited
Waited for her to see the miracle
The enchantment that was part of the misty cold moonlit night
And then she saw it
And then the voice showed it
Now she was content and knew herself
Now the voice was happy that it did its job
She went back to ordinary life determined
The voice moved back into the mists calmed
All that was left was the moonlight
All that was left was the snow
All that was left was the night stars
Enchanted!!!
7 comments:
wow...best among the voice posts..
superficial gibbering prater, thanks :) It really is enchanting!
Beautiful poetry...:) i absolutely loved it.
Lovely, lovely!
lavender, thanks :) Me too!
Sudipta, thanks a lot :) I fell in love with it too!
bewitching...!
I see that you love Anne too.. Good to see :-)
Girl of destiny, welcome! And thanks :) Yup! I love Anne too... she is one of the few heroines who seem to grow on you even after years :)
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