Snow doesn’t fall so much as float
Working its way down from the heavens
Like little specks of purity
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The world goes still as it ponders what’s next
The blanket of a new dawn
And the hope that comes with rebirth
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The soft crunch beneath our feet
Like a sigh of compliance
Because we are so desperate to leave our mark
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Snowfall continues its mission
To hide our sins beneath its cool embrace
And force us to pause and take stock
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