Winter - Poem by Khemet Osborne
Soft swirling snow falls and hugs the frozen ground, trees, and people that are always to busy to notice these splendid sights think their commonplace things. But these tiny frozen dancers twirl and spin with the greatest ease of professional dances and yet their only days old. Others think they are worthy building material, all of the ten-year-olds think so ”what else should we build our amazing forts with” they all say. But I still think that snow is the best at dancing.
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