Like a freshly laundered sheet of white,She’s covered in a layer of snow,Snow that cleanses, Snow that lets her breathe,Snow that covers the last traces of footfall,Snow that keeps us within walls.
Frozen rivers and bare branched trees,Are bidding the time to flow again and blossom in spring,Closed off high passes, creating a fortress of seclusion,People are under wraps and sheep within their skin,Winters are to mend the heart, heal the wound, numb the pain,Bid the time, recuperate and rejuvenate.For when it’s summer again, the world is new, and so are you!
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