Soujod in snow
I see it fall. So beautiful and light. Pretty in white. With every snowflake fallen. Unique in every way.
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The White Crown Every presence we feel is nature.
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| It's so cold;
it's too cold to snow, Yet the snow continues to fall. The land is covered blanket white As the winter winds wail their call. |
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| Every thing she
wants to tell, We are unable to understand. Lot thing nature tells, Some things we understand. |
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| But what ever
emotion is stirred, There’s something that we all face, All water no matter its shape or size, Carries its own immortal grace. |
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