Tag: white
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The Silent Boulder
Yakov Shudrikh Capped and wrapped in a blanket of white,the gray boulder—a silent giant—sleeps.Below him, hushed and slender streams murmur,while along his back tread my feet. I clamber over him and hear distant echoesrumbling through the solitude of the woods.Birds chatter, and branches answer,but the boulder remains petrified and cold. The day moves silently in…
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To My Mother
Mama, I no longer love winter / or white snow as I once did, / when the days seem to rise / from the fields
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Blue Skies
How light are my steps. / Tender winds waft on white wings, / flutter in the blue air, / binding, connecting the skies / to the sunny pavement.
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Alone
You never brought me white roses / yet the ground is white-bestrewn with them. / The entire earth is redolent of spring blossoms, / early spring blossoming on snow.
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On the White Hills
Smoke, a white smoke, floats on the white hills, / a whiteness that flies, scatters the snows. / No one comes now to pluck white roses, / so they fly into the air, whirl and twirl.