Amidst the first flurry
People start to hurry
And urgently scurry
For the very first sight
The first glimpse of white
The heart takes flight
I’ve come to know
When it first makes a show
How much I love the snow
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...
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