Snow

Snow
Gently falling

Twirling and dancing

As it falls to rest on the ground

Little crystals
Made of ice

Make a soft bed apon a hill

Blanketing everything in peace

Seemingly untouched
The perfection astonishing

All I want to do is rest

To sleep, untouched by time

As soft as it looks
My bed of snow

Enfolds me

I close my eyes

And drift into
wonderful oblivion

poem by Autumn Winds
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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