A Winter Poem - March
Two grey storks
flew by,
Soft against the grey
blurred by snowfall.
Below; rows of
chimneys,
white slabs of
gleaming rooves
An horizon of
apartments
Black crows,
silhouettes of souls
hung in the bare winter trees
A Winter Poem - March
Two grey storks
flew by,
Soft against the grey
blurred by snowfall.
Below; rows of
chimneys,
white slabs of
gleaming rooves
An horizon of
apartments
Black crows,
silhouettes of souls
hung in the bare winter trees