Under the cloudy atmospheres
And the freezing frostiness
Snow falling as a newborn deer
A cloud day coming to express
The winter wonderland
The solace of white light
A showing to everyone just so grand
To the niblings of our fingers frostbite
A twist in the clouds
An ongoing dance of sunlight breaks forth
Heat beaming into the snowy crowds
As the winds blow towards the never-ending north
Snowmen take the streets
On their daily routine
Only to be melted by the soon coming heat
Wiped off leaving the streets empty and clean
Heat to rise
Cold to sink
Warmth having the streets baptised
As the season vanishes within a blink
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Gold And Fire
PoesiaAs gold needs fire to be purified, words need paper to be expressed... {Completed}
