The Scent of Winter


I can smell winter.
I can smell with my eyes.
My eyes smell hapiness and joy.
I smell Chirstmas waiting,
To have its own day on December 25th.
The smell of winter is
Snow,
Living in temperatures below zero.
The smell of winter is
Ice rubbing against ice skates.
The smell of winter is
Fireplaces
Warming people and their houses.
The smell of winter is
Beautiful like a painting.

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