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Robin

The snow has fallen deeply overnight

to form a pristine carpet all around.

It rimes the trees with pure unblemished white,

and gently floats a dusting to the ground.

Outside the world is silent, not a sound

disturbs the deadened echoing of peace.

So tranquil is the morning, so profound,

until a passing robin’s shrill caprice

attracts our notice to his darting flight,

and tells us that with him, the world’s alright.

Decuain

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Wed 30th Dec 2020 18:17

This is lovely.

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