Fluffy and flaunting,
their majesty, magical
in their distinct design,
a crystalized peace of mind.

They decorate our familiar,
making us stop and stare.
The bustle of yesterday falls short
in a quiet zip of time.


Snow falling,
a train whistle singing
in the still, silent winter.
Snow falling, leaves us in awe.
Like looking through the eyes of a child,
snow falling brings us to a place
when time was slower
and imagination was endless.





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