In whispers soft, the snow descends,
A tranquil hush, the world suspends.
Each flake a tale in icy flight,
Painting a scene in purest white.
The night adorned in crystal lace,
Moonlight dances, adorning space.
A silent symphony takes flight,
Stars twinkle in the wintry night.
Footprints etch a fleeting trace,
A serenade of beauty's grace.
The stillness whispers secrets grand,
In this enchanted, snow-kissed land.
Trees adorned in snowy dress,
Nature's art, a pristine caress.
A wonderland of dreams alight,
In this magic, serene and bright.
Softly sighs the winter breeze,
Through frosted branches, whispered ease.
A tapestry of silence weaves,
Where time stands still amidst the eaves.
Each snowflake a unique design,
Nature's artistry, so divine.
A chorus of the snowflakes' flight,
A symphony, pure and white.
The world transformed in quiet repose,
A painting where tranquility flows.
In this nocturnal, wondrous show,
The magic of a snowy night aglow.
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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Very blissful poem. Nice read!