Snowflakes softly dancing down,
taking their time to perform their ballet,
street lamps functioning as a spotlight,
their audience small children,
with their noses pressed against the windows,
fogging the glass.
In the bright morning sunlight,
snow sparkles like a thousand crystals,
waking up to find the world covered in white,
it takes a minute to remeber that it is snow,
their ballet had come to a close.
But the beauty still goes on,
until spring comes again.



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