Snowy Dawn

Snow is lying on the ground
Whisper soft there`s not a sound
All the world is crisp and clear
No living soul comes to the ear

Day is breaking from the night
At my window, what a sight
Untouched, hallowed, gazed in awe
At this lovely sight I saw

Too soon the footprints will appear
Turning beauty to a tear
Of messy, mushy, slushy gore
The virgin snow will be no more

But in memory I`ll see
All that beauty just for me
I will not forget this dawn
That only I have looked upon.

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