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Little bits of white falling on me,

excited it’s in reality.

Scattering in specks without pause,

an impact it makes in bulk.

The wind comes in to join the fun,

varying the routes to the ground.

Covered in blankets,

fear the plants not,

Strives for the spirit to survive and bloom,

keeps the gentle warmth and smile in place.

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