North flurries of wind
biting cold and frost
soft white snowflakes
sweet tears of ice.
Fluffy falls on the fields
and lies on the bare trees,
a soft white blanket
in the village by the sea.
Whitened grains of sand
gulls perched on the boats,
my solitary footprints
in the lonely country lane.
I quietly wait in silence
that a shining beam of sun
gives warmth to my heart
and the sky dresses in blu.
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