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The persistent flutter of a distant tundra laying upon the floor! All white and grey and smooth today, All crisp upon the floor No footprint yet, Seems heaven sent untouched by man nor beast A fleeting glance of pure romance of weather I'm in awe |
Nice imagery here, I'm definitely getting the stark feeling of snow. One thing, I'm not sure the final stanza returning to the original flow fits well. Maybe if there were more to follow? Good write all in though ![]() | Posted on 2022-02-13 00:00:00 | by Localfreak | [ Reply to This ] | |