A New Woman
snow
frozen blue lakes.
The white falling of flakes.
Window frames flurred.
The streets all blurred.
The sight.
Such an excite.
Children playing games.
Throwing snow on the window frames.
The snow flakes looking like thousands and thousands of tiny white angels flowing down from heaven.
What will winter be without snow?
We will never know.
The white falling of flakes.
Window frames flurred.
The streets all blurred.
The sight.
Such an excite.
Children playing games.
Throwing snow on the window frames.
The snow flakes looking like thousands and thousands of tiny white angels flowing down from heaven.
What will winter be without snow?
We will never know.
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