
The snow is deep on the ground.
Always the light falls
Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.
This is a good world.
The war has failed
God shall not forget us
Who made the snow waits where love is.
Only a few go mad.
The sky moves in its whiteness
Like the withered hand of an old king.
God will not forget us
Who made the sky knows of our love.
The snow is beautiful on the ground.
And always the lights of heaven glow
Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.
Kenneth Patchen
lovely, hopeful ❤️❤️
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Not mine but I found it so beautiful..
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it is very beautiful 👍👍
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So beautiful 😍
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Beautiful ❤️
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This came to me via the Poetry Foundation.. its such a gorgeous poem.. so glad you loved it..
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