The Snow

The soft fluffy flakes
that are as fluffy as cotton
fall upon the cold, frozen lake
The brisk wind whips and whirls
the cotton all around the treetops
of which you can smell the fragrance twirl
around your head as you
crunch down the frosty lakeside
and the eye catching thing is the hue
The whitest thing you have ever seen.
then nothing, everything falls silent
and you can think of nothing else but
the silence that surrounds you
and the mist falls upon the
frozen lake and it is the prettiest thing





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