White Bliss

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Falling.
Falling lightly from the sky.
Drifting leisurely downwards.
Down
toward the cold and barren Earth.

Clinging.
Clinging softly to the trees.
Touching everything in sight.
Swirling quietly around me
in a whirling wind of peaceful flakes.

Blinding.
Blinding me with a frosty flash.
I cannot see
anything.
Anything but a white bliss.





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