Breathe

The snow falls from the white clouds

Breathe.

The air is frosty and the icicles hang low

Breathe. 

The snowflakes softly hit the ground

Breathe. 

Someone laughs quietly while standing by you

Breathe. 

Life is full of good moments, take them in and then...

Breathe. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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