My First Winter - Poem by Mark Narca
When I looked outside our window pane
I saw a scenery that shook my brain
white things that have covered the earth
curiosity in my mind came to birth.
I went outside and took a deep breath
I noticed the water droplets of water that dropped over my head
I took that thing and held it in my hand
There and then i realized it was the start if my winter wonderland.
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