Whispers of Winter and Water β POEM ππ Dr. Amb. Aziz Mountassir
The sky bends low with silver breath,
A hush beneath the hand of death.
The world lies still, a muted stage,
Where winter writes on natureβs page.
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The sky bends low with silver breath,
A hush beneath the hand of death.
The world lies still, a muted stage,
Where winter writes on natureβs page.