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Crashing Streams of Change | Moulton A. Mayers

Snowflakes’ Picturesque Beauty

Snowflakes, whistling in the wind and washed away in the whirl;
Oh snowflakes, like a royal garment that coats the trees’ leaves:
They look like a glorious bouquet of white flowers, fluttering in the air.
Their hooks latch on to the leaves like woolen blankets and colorful beanies:
They imprison the shivering lady of beauty inside in a cave of ice.

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