Serenity

January 7, 2010
By Anonymous

The snow drifts down,
From the charcoal colored,
Clouds.

The Earth,
Is silent,
As all nature is sleeping.

The only movement,
Is the small,
Frozen,
Flakes,
That cover the ground,
With a thin,
Frost.

The world,
Gets a breath,
Of fresh air,
As the clean,
Pure,
Snow,
Falls to the ground.


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