As I walk, the landscape captures me,
as I view the sky above me, it's a priceless piece.
The cool breeze freezes my finger tips and suface of my face,
the freshness of the air seeping in my lungs.
Winter is the best of them all.
The white, cold, gloomy days always seem to livin me up.
As rain drips down the sencery,
I observe it in awww.
Winter is msyterious.
I just wonder when will the snow shimmer down,
as for where I live its rare moment to see...
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