Clean

by Katie   Jan 19, 2005


Snow is fresh, like new morning.
It covers the earth like a motherly blanket. It looks so perfect, untouched, still clean. Snow falling like a dream, Each flake is so new, unused, and unique. Memories of snow. Snow might make you cold but waking and seeing a fresh snow is like nothing else, it takes you back to childhood, refreshes your soul, thinking of warmth, love, and hot cocco. Snow is so perfect and udderly pure.

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  • 19 years ago

    by inaudible confessions

    i like the adjectives you use in this poem. They're perfect for snow. keep writing. and thanks for commenting on my poem, i really appreciate it.
    always,
    brittany (nothing)

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