Ice cold whiteness
Such a soft form of chaos.
It blankets us in paleness,
Yet snow is so peaceful.
Children laughing in the distance
And the faint echo of what's beneath.
It means no harm
That it causes somehow.
It's got beauty in its flakes
Grace as it falls,
But it's still deadly.
Like a poison apple
It can be deceptive.
©Odd
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