Winter.Mature

Snowflakes fall everywhere.
On the ground, and in my hair.
My nose is red,
I'm soaked from my toes to my head.
It going away, is what I dread.

The further I walk,
The less there is talk.
The snow angels and men get less
Everythings frozen in a wintery bless.

Towards the snowy woods, I go.
I don't want it to end; you know.
Children playing in the snow,
Throwing snowballs, having fun.
I'll be sad when this day's done.

Laughter fills my ears,
Washing away summer fears.
I love have the coldness feels on my skin
Getting rid of all the sin.

The day is perfect, I hope you can see
It's just a shame you can't share it with me.

It going away, is what I dread.
I'm soaked from my toes to my head,
My nose is red.
On the ground, and in my hair.
Snowflakes fall everywhere.

The End

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