|The Crystals of Heaven
Author: Technochromatic PM
I had always loved the way they gracefully fall form the sky and then into a tiny glimmering puddles. I had loved the date when sky will start to pour down the elegantly cut pieces of cloud, And I would close my eyes and smile in contentment.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry/Fantasy - Words: 337 - Favs: 1 - Published: 10-09-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3064284
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The Crystals of Heaven
Red roses, green grasses, blue blue tits, dancing daffodils, any thousands more.
Who would miss a chance to this heaven? Now I dare you to be wise...
Tweeting of tree pipits, The whistle of wind. Did you hear that? I could see the refreshing blue horizon above my eyes.
Lifting my cheeks, it was too brights though, so I used both my palms to cover my sight..
The Daisies are dancing, The Leaves are lazy, The paper white lilies are partying and invited me to join.
Drawing from fatigue I dropped my body to the ground. Silver and soft. Partially because of the snow, and partially from some of the melting ice crystals.
I could feel I'm flying as nature embraced me.
Opening my eyelids slowly but surely...
Something is falling from the sky?
I throw my hands up to reach,
But alas, I couldn't
It fell eventually, I stood in a sitting position to get a closer look
People would normally refer this to snow
But for me God is putting on a show...
And it is called, The Crystals of Heaven
I moved my neck closer by a few inches to take a closer look
It is white, beautiful, gentle,...
I am at loss to describe this beautiful floss
These are diamonds, as clear as the frozen drip of water on the nearby fountain
When I touch it, it feels very cold...
As if it would me my instant death if it weren't for my gloves protecting my hand,
Shielding me from these beautiful masterpieces.
Enjoying the drops of 'snow' that fell to my skin
I drifted off...
I am grateful that God had granted permission to pour down
The most beautiful thing on planet earth...
AN : My first poetry. Its about someone who adores winter and the snow, and tells us in his/her perspective. If there is some necessary corrections or fatal mistakes, I don't mind constructive criticism. Its for the good after all...