I watch the snow fall
To the ground with grace
They looks beautiful there
I never thought the snow would
Shimmer in the sun so much
What I thought was diamonds
Falling off the trees
When the wind blows
softly at them
I see them dance in
the sun on the hill
so lifelike they look
but dead at the same time
Sparkles in the air
Falling
when ready to kiss
My lips goodbye
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