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~ Winter Magic
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How bright is the land,
with a new fallen snow.
The air crisp and clean,
frost tickles the nose.
I marvel in wonder
as I gaze at this scene,
untouched yet by man,
so pure and pristine.
The trees dressed in white,
stand tall and so proud,
as though they await
an admiring crowd.
I see in the distance,
a doe with her fawn
as they silently wander,
awaiting the dawn.
Then slowly the sunrise
awakens the world,
the magic is broken
as a new day unfurls.
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