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Wonderland 15151

The snow comes racing down
From the clouds in the sky
Setting the trees ablaze
With a fiercely white glow.

The leaves are nestled in,
On the ground they huddle together,
Soon they will fall asleep,
In this cold, icy, weather

When the snow disappears,
The leaves will have vanished,
Only to be rebirthed,
In the branches of its ancestors.

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I love the imagery! Great job man!

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