First snow

First snow to wash the autumn dust

First white to clean the gold

First beauty, only days to last

First change to fresh the old

First light to kiss the gloomy day

First soft to mild the lawn

First clean to wash the dusty way

First cool to touch the dawn

First pure to resurrect the sky

First soft to feel the sea

First dream to make the movement die

First snow to live in me.

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shawon1982's picture

first time i am readign your poem. wonderful piece. keep writing sweet poems. best of luck.

Dr. Zayed Bin Zakir Shawon