This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Wells chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
the little flakes of snow
brush against my cheeks
and cover my hair
as i walk.
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the flakes do their gentle dance
whirling and swirling
around me
inviting me to dance with them.
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i find beauty in the snow
how it takesÂ
a dying world
and breathes life into it
once more.
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the delicate powder
i love so much
coats the groundÂ
with beautiful, shining white
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the playful dance
of the snowflakes
reminds me
to find my inner child again.
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