Winter Whispers

Snow Is Falling

Snow is falling on our street

filling each doorway with peace,

immaculate, incandescent light,

shimmering brightly on each side.

Soft snow is filling up our street

as I am trying hard to sleep

to dream I'm gathering up tonight

blossoms from orchards white,

white, white.

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