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The softness of snow

The snow, falling in huge flakes,

drifts over the grass and earth,

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piles against the side of the barn,

falls gracefully through the air.

This soft snow covers

the hard ground, the evergreens,

the cracked road.

I make my way

down a path that other boots have made.

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The world, so silent and remote,

hushes. I swear I can hear

my own heart beating.

Such a splendid land

wearing its huge muffler of snow,

and I am walking through it,

the sound of my boots hitting the ground,

the only sound to be heard for miles.

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