The Frost of Winter
When temperatures drop low, can beauty still be found?
Rose on a cold winter’s morn,
There was no comfort and no warmth,
But the particles of snow.
Did like little colorful diamonds glow,
Making the world a little brighter,
Winter birds huddle under the eaves of the roof,
From which sparkling icicles hang,
Making it all a little like,
A winter wonderland.
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