It starts very slowly
As slow as the snow that first falls on the top of a mountain
The snow keeps falling
slowly
Each flake of pureness falls and becomes still
sitting
waiting
One single speck of snow that falls on the sondering pile
becomes a burden
Everything breaks
Silence breaks and the sounds of crashing and crackling of sticks and twigs. The trees are taken away by the still pure beauty of mother nature. The silent snow and all of it's stillness becomes a ravishing and destructive force in the matter of seconds
Nothing stays still
Nothing stays beautiful
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
It starts very slowly
As slow as the snow that first falls on the top of a mountain
The snow keeps falling
slowly
Each flake of pureness falls and becomes still
sitting
waiting
One single speck of snow that falls on the sondering pile
becomes a burden
Everything breaks
Silence breaks and the sounds of crashing and crackling of sticks and twigs. The trees are taken away by the still pure beauty of mother nature. The silent snow and all of it's stillness becomes a ravishing and destructive force in the matter of seconds
Nothing stays still
Nothing stays beautiful
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