The Beauty of Winter
Winter is the coldest season ever yet to come,
The dry air can make your skin cold and rough,
While your fingers go numb.
The snow is as white as a fluffy cloud,
That lurks in the sky with the glistening sun,
As the flakes hit my face with such a cold welcome.
The trees looks marvelous when it's wearing a white coat,
I never knew that nature's beauty loaf.
And appreciate the beauty of winter,
There would be no migration,
Or in my case love of emancipation.
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