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Poem I wrote on my birthday when it snowed. |
| Snow. Cold, White, Beautiful. Warms the heart, fills me with glee, In perfect Peace and Harmony. Snow. Cold, Dark, Somber... Buries the soul of true demise, Masks the face of endless cries. Snow. Cold, Cautious, Curious. A frozen mystery in my hand, An Endless Frosty Wonderland. |