DEEP SNOW CANDLE'S GLOW
I love snow storms when they make their rounds,
The winds they whistle as the snow twirls around.
A bite on my cheeks from my frozen tears,
The numbness in my toes, it's frostbite I fear.
The air is so crisp it smells so clean,
The path I followed from the moon it gleams.
I can see my little candle burning up ahead,
It's warming the window above my bed.
I'm so cold I can't wait to get home,
Warm up by the fireplace made of stone.
Drink my hot cocoa then lull off to sleep,
By morning I'm certain the snow will be deep.
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