As I sit and watch the snow piling high
Millions of snowflakes fall down from the sky
Inch by inch the deeper they grow
Flocking this world that we all know
This land no more is what it seems
More of an illusion from within my dreams
Its reflective qualities can shine so bright
A wonderland dances in the moonlight
Below this blanket that shrouds this land
Slumbers spring, before it’s stand
3/1/10
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