What do we do with snow?
We
Crush it.
Stare at it.
Throw it.
Step on it.
Kick it .
Use it.
Abuse it.
And we leave it to melt.
Behold ! The physical abuse of snow.
And yet we
Laugh
Cry
and Smile over it.
Until it melts.
It must be lonely out in the cold.
//////////////////////////////////////////Hello minna .I am sorry I'm just in a winter mood because my back garden is white ! :D No snow was abused in the making of this :)
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