Snow
The soft white blanked
Covering the sleeping Earth
Drifting down form the
Sky, Each flake different
Non the same, The
Soft day, all at
Peace, No footprints, yet
All soft and Peacful
The new blanket draped
Over all the Earth
Like a new begining
To an old day
Soft, Peacfully, Calming, New
The perfect day.
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