The land so purely dressed,
As a bride in white.
The snow lay on the land...
With its pleasant embrace.
The young, the old,
The meek, the bold,
All like sheep were covered in wool.
Some stepped out to play,
While some in their warm beds lay,
Some sat by the warmth of fire,
Some sneezed with pain so dire.
A few cursed the visit of the untimely guest,
A few were overjoyed by it.
A few took the role of gods
And made angels and men of snow.
Everyone had their own way
To welcome the untimely guest,
And followed it to their very best.
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PoesíaMy collection of poems, I started writing poetry and fell in love with it. I intend to write philosophical poems but I may stumble or stray, so kindly bear with my insanity. Thank you for your time. Feel free to give me opinions, advices and I'm alw...
