Virgin Snow
It was virgin snow
almost a sin to walk there
Earth soundproofing and
protecting itself from chaos
Silent and peaceful fresh air
Most birds had flown but
a few mourning doves cooed
The sun was struggling
to make its appearance
Invisible animals searched for food
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Just beautiful, Sue. Thanks so much for all of your wonderful shares! ❤
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I love being able to share, Bette ❤
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