The Snowdrop

The Snowdrop

In dawn where snowdrops gently fall,
On champa leaves so fresh and small,
In the depth of silent hues,
A crystal drop begins to muse.

The chill of frost smiles tenderly,
A dream unfolds within the heart,
In mist’s soft touch of purity,
Love awakens, shy, apart.

As sunlight brushes through the air,
The melting snow dissolves within,
Each moment blooms, alive again —
The pulse of life begins to sing.

GR kaviyoor 
07 10 2025
(Canada, Toronto)

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