'The world is white! ' Your voice seems to shatter the quiet
The early morning scene is dressed in pure untrod virgin snow
We move along in slow soft strides, feeling it crunch beneath our feet
We are content, my brother and I, the whole street is our playground
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Very nice, Bryan! In line one, though, didn't you mean " quiet" instead of " quite" ? My poems have finally been activated. Poem Hunter made me wait eight days to activate the first ones!