White. Sheets and sheets of white spread throughout the whole village. It's like everything is coverd in a huge white blanket.
The snow is everywhere: on the weak branches, on the rooftops, gardens, every nook and cranny and it is all just so beautiful. So beautiful that simple words just cannot describe it.
The village looks even more whole because the snow on the roads aren't reduced to slush, the sidewalks aren't cleared away, the driveways aren't shoveled and the rooftops haven't melted.
It is all so breathtaking.
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The small delicate snowflakes merrily fall from the sky; adding another thick layer to the already coverd trees and ground.
It's like they are dancing. Getting blown in every possible direction by the whipping wind.
I put my hand out and catch one; it rests there for a second and quickly melts to nothing.
It was dazzling.
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And I wonder what's it like. What's it like to get tugged in the vast sky. Flying everywhere, zooming past the other flakes. It must feel amazing.
And I wish I was like a snowflake.
Free falling from the sky,
a delicate thing looking over the Earth below.
I wish I was a snowflake,
I wish.
YOU ARE READING
Out of Sight, Out of Mind.
Şiirconsists of random pieces of poetry, unfinished one-shots, ideas, and my thoughts that don't make sense (beware; use of lower case letters) Short Story #172 Cover by: @inserene_ [ © billie rose two-thousand-&-thirteen ]
