When the snow drifts gently down,
it lays a carpet white - a carpet veiling silent pain.
When the snow drifts gently down,
the world is held within the hush of cold.
When the sun begins to rise,
it warms the skins - the skins of laughter.
When the sun begins to rise,
the world is bathed in quiet warmth.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 5:22 AM UTC
When the snow drifts gently down,
it lays a carpet white - a carpet veiling silent pain.
When the snow drifts gently down,
the world is held within the hush of cold.
When the sun begins to rise,
it warms the skins - the skins of laughter.
When the sun begins to rise,
the world is bathed in quiet warmth.
