A gentle poem about winter and the snow.
Snow drops on my window pane,
Their gentle patter keeps me sane,
Each one cascading,
Until finally they start fading,
A blanket of white covers the ground,
Nothing is making a sound,
The snow faerie smiles upon the nether,
Before dancing away light as a feather.
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