Pure, white, pristine snow
caresses my cheek
and falls
to the dirty
ground.
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Goodbye snow and
ice.
Hello to grey
skies and rain.
Bring me some
flowers.
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Oh naked branches,
clothe yourselves
in hues of green
and spring forth
your fruit.
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