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The gentle falling snowflakes
Cold to the touch
But mesmerizing to watch
Pure white covers the trees
Such a beautiful sight to see
The time of the year
When we’d drink hot chocolate
Make some snowmen
And there I am
Standing outside in the snow
It was comforting to me
But yet, nothing could ever trade
Your place, here in my heart
And I desperately hoped
That maybe one day
You’d come running back to me
And we’d be together again
But it’s only a foolish dream
That won’t come true
Yet, I still wait for you
When winter comes.
I’m such an fool when it comes to you.
About the Creator
Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch



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