Snow

Snow Comes down from the sky pretty like a bird,

Though it drenches mountains without a word,

Soft as a blanket,

Cold as the night,

Delicate as a broken butterfly’s wing,

If you do touch it, you are that lucky one!

Then it melts from the touch of your fiery warmth. -Mila

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