Frost tainted the windoows,
Snow falling,
Wanting to go,
But something stopped me,
I am waiting,
My hands reached for them,
For the snow flakes,
Trying to reach out and touch them,
But there is glass in the way,
Now wind begins to blow them,
Making them dance and sparkle,
Coating everything in its path like diamonds,
Making the once called forest a winterwonderland,
Everything sparkled,
Soon it disappeared,
Everything,
It changed.
The winter scene,
That once was upon me, faded,
Just a window pane stood still,
The glass shined,
I just stared,
Endlessly.
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