Snow, it's a lovely sight

though I wouldn't want to get frost bite

Where I live is a pretty cold place

so cold it is that I feel as if air has no space

almost like in the highest snowy mountains

Imagine, an icy wonderland with beautiful frozen fountains

ah, wouldn't that be a sight? 

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Although I love snow

I hate the sight of it in the cities,

where snow turns brown and dirty.

Big chunks that are almost as black as a crow,

as it gets washed out  like a wave,

splattering over the remaining, still white snow.

It looks like heavy, dense grey clouds,

so thick that if they were hanging up in the sky,

they'll  fall down and splatter all over the snow.

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It was one day as I walked through a field,

snow had come twinkling down just an hour before school had ended.

The sky was grey and I was feeling down,

so I looked down as I walked.

And it seemed like the field was never ending,

I felt like I was walking through an endless,

blank sheet of white paper.

I looked back up and before I knew it,

I was already at the edge of the field,

where the sidewalk began.

I turned back to look at the field,

and thought,

"Just one more time, I'd like to walk across that field.

And instead of feeling like I'm walking on an endless sheet of white paper.

Instead,

I'll write my thoughts out as I walk across."

I looked at the grey sky again, and then looked down.

And began my journey across that field again.

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That last one was a true story bruh` c: