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Snow
A soft white canvas for angel wings to unfold,
Like a sweet sonnet great poets foretold,
Soft canvas for white springs to become whole,
With each flake unique as the human soul.
Gentle snow, how you messed my yard,
Summer regrets the moment winter sparred,
This small miracle covers my well nurtured greenery,
I dance with the spade to unravel this ceremony.
Gentle snow, barer of white jewels of the sky,
My yard is a festive of wonder for the eye,
My heart warms as my beautiful flower sleeps,
A white paradise of icy warmth and sorrow sweeps.
Gentle snow, my heart is marveled by this winter gold,
Spring waits for the release of your crimson hold,
This beautiful invisible design no eye ever sees,
A forgotten tune travelers hum upon a breeze.
Gentle snow, you reminisce of wasted dreams,
Your icy reign will soon fade as summer streams,
This canvas shall deteriorate and become old,
Like a precious painting, which was never sold.
