Dust of snow

No one around, not even a sound to be heard
For a moment, its just the snow and me
I smile, I feel so free
I wander, at snow, the surroundings
they have become more perfect.
As it has taken a white quilt on
And seems nature is singing her lullaby, “Go to sleep my darlings, until the summers come again”.

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