On cold days,
When gusts blow snowflakes
Off mountain tops,
I stare in awe,
Thankful for the beauty,
That still reaches,
Every corner of me.
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On cold days,
When gusts blow snowflakes
Off mountain tops,
I stare in awe,
Thankful for the beauty,
That still reaches,
Every corner of me.