The Divinity of Snow
All was quiet
No voice to be heard
Save the whisperings of the wind
The shadows dancing
The moon aglow
An aura of purity resonating
Undisturbed
As if a momentary prelude
Of divine forgiveness
A blank slate if you will
As I sat perched by the open window
Breathing the frigid air
I knew never would I be immune
To the powers of newly fallen snow
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