Snowstorm
Clouds stood clear of the gloomy,
yet so calm sky.
Small whispers of winter bounced
through people’s ears.
Nature kept its breath,
letting out the slightest of sighs;
its face so red,
finally let go of its breath.
As if a loud music had started,
awaking the clouds' deafening sleep.
Got them roaming over the world,
with a dark, crazed rage.
It starts with a shudder,
that turned to spat,
As the drops of water fell,
with a small little ‘Splat’.
Copyright © Ethan Xu | Year Posted 2024
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