winter's dew, delicately departing from her mother's grasp. wandering through the blanket of gray, a colorless world above.
tumbling, tumbling down. dotting the colorful trees with white and resting on cold fingertips and eyelashes. meets her perch and lies close to the earth. a thin sheet of silk and sheen adorning the frosted, green blades. a sweet and elegant embellishment.
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I decided to compose this poem while pondering the interesting weather due tomorrow afternoon. I am so excited about snow!
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