We go on and on till we die.
Come here lie on the ground with me.
Don't hesitate, let's make snow angels and
Admire how the snow provides a blank paper for the sun to paint and embellish earth.
Feel how the evergreen conifers shine like Ornaments after a strong blizzard hit them.
Let the calmness of winter imprint on your soul,
Exhale all your uncertainty and watch it
Condense into a fog and leave your body.
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 12:44 PM UTC
We go on and on till we die.
Come here lie on the ground with me.
Don't hesitate, let's make snow angels and
Admire how the snow provides a blank paper for the sun to paint and embellish earth.
Feel how the evergreen conifers shine like Ornaments after a strong blizzard hit them.
Let the calmness of winter imprint on your soul,
Exhale all your uncertainty and watch it
Condense into a fog and leave your body.
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