I like to see the snow
and espy its vastness
white it lies all around
fluffy it looks in the course
enchanting it is to me
as I find in the pictures
fascinating it could be
if I see them in real.
The snow is cold and pure
a skate through the smooth layers
would be a refreshing glide in a slide
a whisk and a whizz through the snow
could be an experience in itself
as a child wanted to make snowballs
the wish is unfulfilled till this time
Would I see snow before I die?
Desperate I am to experience the snow fall
Know not why I have this sensitive call?
Snow, its whiteness holds me spellbound
its softness makes me wonder
this sheet of ice could be so marvellous
fortunate are those who live in snowclad mountains
deem myself to be blessed less from the rest
as I live away, far away from the lovely snow.
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