Falling snow – a poem

Gently snowflakes fall,

Feathery soft,

In silent sighs.

Patiently more waits to fly,

In the quiet wings

Of laden skies.

It settles,

A breath of purity,

Masking natures gloom.

Each intricate flake,

Unique,

Yet dancing

To the same tune.

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