It was snowing today,dark blue sky,wet golden leaves which autumn forgot to make them fall,and the soft snow covering everything and making them pure and beautiful,all are my best vision of winter.What's the magic of snow,this white and virgin girl of immence sky?The untold and sweet spell of it.I started to remember this poem as it was snowing:
I walked abroad in a snowy day;
I asked the soft snow with me to play ;
She played and melted in all her prime,
And the winter called it a dreadful crime.
The snow sitting on pine trees,and their everlasted green hands,makes me an untold joy and delight in heart.Snow falling makes me as if angels are flying and dancing,remembering us that there is still goodness and purity in the world,there is still light and hope,and we just need to see it by heart,not the eye.
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