outside there's nothing but the snow
i look out the window and see snowflakes
they're the teardrops of a angel
they cover the ground
making it look like pure white lace
has blanketed the ground
making it of what my mom says is
a devil white land of sheer coldness,
i stare with such envy
"They're so perfect." i thought
so white,so powdery,so delicate
even a single touch
a single one
would destroy it forever
it would no longer be a snowflake
it would water
like a tear drop
the dried up tears of an angel
i look out again
every thing still looks perfect
its so beautiful it makes me wanna crie
while my tears aren't snow flakes(like the angels)
they're still perfect
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