Refreshing, ice cold air
On your bare hands tickle
Your warm clad attire
Soaked to the bone
You feel the cold
The warmth of the snow
The white so bright
Is it paradise?
Its beauty so magnetic
Mountain tips of brown
Like a blanket of candy
Chocolates it drizzles
The trees all white
With specs of colour
The flower in delight
Peeps and glows
Snowman in contentment
Silently waits
Enjoying the moment
Before it melts.
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The Feel Of Poetry #Wattys2017
Poetry#28 in poetry. I love reading poetry just as I enjoy writing poems. It was always my desire to write poetry but just didn't get down to it. Now that I have a bit of time on hand I have decided to compile a book of all my poems. HOPE YOU ENJOY !!!
