When snow falls onto the ground
It's perfect
Sparkling in the moonlight
Holding a kind of beautiful silence
This frozen dust
The earths clouds have created
Eventually is ruined
Plows push the white specs away
As if to push away a child's imagination
The dirt of the road mixes with the snow
Making a grey slush
Disgusting
Taking something so precious
And completely ruining its exterior
Footprints pressed into every layer
Stepping on a child's dream
To build a snowman
When snow falls onto the ground
It's perfect
Holding a kind of beautiful silence
This frozen dust
The earths clouds have created
Eventually is ruined
Ruined
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