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First snow
There is a subtle pleasure
in the air of an early morning.
I bother the stillness of this newborn
strolling on the crackling frozen dewdrops
I walk on this white carpet made of first snow
enjoying the sight of dying leaves.
in the air of an early morning.
I bother the stillness of this newborn
strolling on the crackling frozen dewdrops
I walk on this white carpet made of first snow
enjoying the sight of dying leaves.
Published 6th Feb 2014
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