1: 00 am
As I get ready to go to bed, I see snow fall from a sky coloured red.
Fresh snow on the ground, trees and rooftops untouched.
I open the window. I can smell the cold and hear the wind as it blows the silver snow in the air.
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very good poem! It was a pleasure to read about the snow, because you describe it in a special way!
stunning picture. I wish i was there.