Softly falls the morning snow,
Whispers to the sleeping world below:
“Wintertide awakes.”
Dawning breaks and sets the earth aglow.
In gentle tones of warmest white,
Proclaim the glory of Aurora’s light.
Sparrow sings in a clear, clean voice,
A sweet, silver carol for the season born.
Radiant wings as the skies rejoice,
Arise and illuminate the morn.
Softly falls the morning snow,
Whispers to the sleeping world below:
“Glow!”
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Just beautiful!
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Beautifully elegant.
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Beautiful poem!
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Beautiful!
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