Once Again
I woke up from a warm summer dream,
Winter winds were blowing away the stillness.
Bare branches danced with a quiet scream—
Once again, the world feels empty.
The earth shivers under the blanket of snow,
Hiding the path I once walked.
Dreams melt like frost beneath the pale morning sun—
All that was there is gone.
But even in frozen stillness,
The river flows quietly under the ice,
Carving its way forward.
Even in the silence of snowfall,
New hopes are forming quietly.
Once again, the earth waits,
Knowing spring will come.
The moon shines above the frozen fields,
Whispering promises of tender warmth.
The cycle continues,
And once again,
I hold onto the hope of blossoms—
Of trees painted with pinks.
Copyright © Urva Patel | Year Posted 2025
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