Snow Falls
Snowfalls so gentlyoutside my window Your presence bringsa silent symphonythat could speak for anything
White snow when you're gone, yet still presentI look around to see your impeccable glow
You try to outshine the sunI admit you put up a good fightnight and day, your glistening will never be done
I will never get tired of watching you and your departure from the skywhich is something Iove about you, snow
You are my oxymoron weather conditionyour gentle and soft,yet can be so hard and firmyou warm my heart yet freeze my hand
Snowwhite snowbeautifully glistening snowI love youmore than you know
White snow when you're gone, yet still presentI look around to see your impeccable glow
You try to outshine the sunI admit you put up a good fightnight and day, your glistening will never be done
I will never get tired of watching you and your departure from the skywhich is something Iove about you, snow
You are my oxymoron weather conditionyour gentle and soft,yet can be so hard and firmyou warm my heart yet freeze my hand
Snowwhite snowbeautifully glistening snowI love youmore than you know
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