A Winter Poem
Swirling and tumbling,
The little snowflakes fall.
Pure as little children,
White as angel wings.
Each has a design,
Unique and intricate.
It lands on everything,
Makes piles of snow.
Everything is quiet,
People watch them fall.
The snowflakes are dancing,
Following the winter tune.
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