The snow creature waits
himself he hates.
The snow creature ponders
Away his mind wanders.
His heart is cold
it has grown so old.
A solitary flake falls from the sky
it tells the tales of its journey from high.
The snowflake dreams of wonderful things
as he lays upon the ground.
The galloping Doe
looks to and fro
hiding from her death.
Yet still she will drown
when she is shot down
and she’ll stain the snow with her blood.
By tiny children the snow is stormed
the outcome is a snowman formed.
It stands tall it stands proud
the children's glad screams are very loud.
The snow harvests many stories in its arms
The snow is full with many charms.
himself he hates.
The snow creature ponders
Away his mind wanders.
His heart is cold
it has grown so old.
A solitary flake falls from the sky
it tells the tales of its journey from high.
The snowflake dreams of wonderful things
as he lays upon the ground.
The galloping Doe
looks to and fro
hiding from her death.
Yet still she will drown
when she is shot down
and she’ll stain the snow with her blood.
By tiny children the snow is stormed
the outcome is a snowman formed.
It stands tall it stands proud
the children's glad screams are very loud.
The snow harvests many stories in its arms
The snow is full with many charms.
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