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.
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.