Soft Snow

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Nearly fifty percent of all my life's conversation has revolved in and around 'snow' or its derivatives. I can't live without them. I simply love the soft flurry substance that falls so silently from the sky above. Most of my friends are snow lovers too. We just love it, no reasons, no justifications... simple fact of life. Innuits have more than 50 synonyms for snow and ice, I have more. But to put things simply has been the underlying principle of my life. Here's a short verse for all my friends who love snow and love what it does to them, and also for those of you who would want to befriend snow. Believe me, there's absolutely nothing like the snow. Enjoy the thoughts:

Soft Snow
Silent Snow
What I want
Do you know

Soft Snow
Silent Snow
Cover the night
And its starry glow

Soft Snow
Silent Snow
I am tired
Please fall slow

Soft Snow
Silent Snow
Fall hard
Let it blow

Soft Snow
Silent Snow
Block the roads
For she wants to go

Soft Snow
Silent Snow
I love you
Please don’t go

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