Cold is the only word to describe
the beauty of the ice snow.

It's hand is wrapped around us
for only a few months

White accompanies the storms
of this dreadful, beautiful time

It may seem cruel to several,
but winter is a time for us to be together

This poem is about: 
Our world


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