“Snow brings a special quality with it—the power to stop life as you know it dead in its tracks.” - Nancy Hatch Woodward
Winter’s breath, slowly fades, parting
On the mist, like heaven’s dust, blue
Skies, buried by snowflakes, darting
Winter’s breath, slowly fades, parting
Joy past compare shortly starting
This is wonder only God knew
Winter’s breath, slowly fades, parting
On the...
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