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A short poem about a snowy night |
Snowstorm Silent snowflakes, drifting down Gliding, ghostly, into mounds Wind-whipped wisps of flying snow Lighted by the moon's pale glow Howling, whistling, wailing wind Makes a fierce and noisy din Bits of powder blast my face Gritty, grainy, frozen taste Flying, frosty, flaky fun Hoping winter's never done! |