Megan M. SnowWhen snow covers the ground, It falls on the earth like a great bridal trail, Sprinkling and shining - its white dust, It sprinkles the tops of the trees, Like a backwards white shadow. The world seems more silent, When it is covered by snow. As if all the animals Were sleeping under the great white blanket - A world quiet and perfect. As if it might be broken By a raised voice or a passing shadow.
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