Winter Scene
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The floating snow falls slow from the grey sky,
in airway frozen calm descends in chosen winter night,
on the slant roof top they silently drop and lie.
The trees of thicket in freeze reflect the pearly glow,
make the early morn scene of joyful serene sight
for the phase of upcoming days of Christmas show.
A scarf-tied snowman beside a red bird sees snow drift,
his spread out attire without doubt shines bright.
They wait for Santa to come straight to them with gift.
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