Intricate snowflakes,
Floating to the ground,
Silently communicating,
Yet, without a sound.
A blessing from above,
No two the same,
Each and everyone-unique,
But deprived of a name.
To the lazy human eye,
They are clones of one another,
However, each is careful and precise,
Coming alive in the Winter.
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You grow for one purpose. To thrive. You have one water and light source. That's all you need. About twenty feet down you plant your roots. To keep you down. You bend with the wind. So you won't snap.
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.
The rains thumps against me Pounding Against me Pouring The rain Sounding The wind Roaring Washing...
Jag vaknade av att solen sken in i mitt rum, in genom gardinerna som jag hade dragit för fönstret.
#adventchallenge Hanging on every word, They crystallise on my breath, Returning to their liquid state, As they fall to Earth.
#adventchallenge Winter's in the air, Ice carpets the ground, Rooftops are frosted, Snowflakes fall without a sound.
#adventchallenge Jack Frost waves his hand Spreading cold across the land Sets a scene of beauty white We gaze upon with delight The ground freezes from his gaze He can't change the way he plays We...
The snow kissed my nose. As it gently fell. It's virginal blanket. On the ground, it fell. The cold tickles my cheeks. A bitter, teasing bite. Falling softly. It truly is a magical sight.
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