September 25, 2012
By JazmineT BRONZE, Detroit, Michigan
JazmineT BRONZE, Detroit, Michigan
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Look at the snow flakes
Falling from the sky;
On the roads and roofs
Soft and thick they lie.

On the window ledges,
One the bare branches;
Look at how fast they gather,
Filling the air gracefully.

Look outside,
The Grass once Green;
Now covered with light snowflakes,
Not a blade is seen.

Now the bare black bushes
All look soft and white,
Every twig is Laden
Not to be unlade until Spring.

The author's comments:
I love the season winter maybe since it means my birthday is right around the corner.

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