I opened the shaking white door and saw a cream white blanket of
Snow perched on the cold, shivering ground.
I saw a painter, painting the dark sky into a fresh white one.
A blanket of snow wanted me to step on it:
I imagined it would take me on a magic carpet ride
Until it all faded away.
The path gate had glistening spider’s webs on it
“Goodnight” sighed the gentle moon as it tucked me into bed
A thick sheet of snow covered me as I gently fell to sleep
The snow still falling outside.
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