The Pure Magic of the First Snowfall

By Saywisely

1 min read Feb 22, 2025
The world holds its breath, the colors fade,
A silent, gentle masquerade.
The messy browns, the tired grays,
Are hidden in a soft, white haze.

Each flake, a promise, soft and deep,
To put the noisy world to sleep.
And for a moment, all is new,
Beneath a blanket, fresh and true.

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