New Life

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I have a favorite season,

It is winter.


The layer of snow,

Cover the white ground.

All I see,

Is  a white blanket.

Slowly I feel,

Cold numbing my skin.


I like winter,

Because spring is coming next.


The layer of snow,

Disappearing from the ground.

Soon I see,

The colorful new blanket.

Slowly I feel,

Warmth soothing my skin.

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