Snow Globe

Inside this sphere
lives the silence
of falling snow

Whispering winds
the only melody
kissed by the delicate
cushion of whiteness

How easily I lose myself
in the blissful silence
of this gentle world

Until I put it down
resuming the frown
of contrast and sound
permeating my world

Oh how I long to live inside
the sound of silence falling
forever

~*~
07/19/05

Copyright © 2005 Brenda Barnhart
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