Snow
Snow
Gently falling
Twirling and dancing
As it falls to rest on the ground
Little crystals
Made of ice
Make a soft bed apon a hill
Blanketing everything in peace
Seemingly untouched
The perfection astonishing
All I want to do is rest
To sleep, untouched by time
As soft as it looks
My bed of snow
Enfolds me
I close my eyes
And drift into
wonderful oblivion
poem by Autumn Winds
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