Whirling and dancing, running in the wind,
A dust storm in the winter, blowing pure and white.
Sparkling and shining, floating 'cross the sky,
A blast of wind that stirs, like the wind upon the sand.
'Flecting and shim'ring, shifting through the flakes,
The sun rays breaking through, through pool-glass icy waters.
Flowing and curving, riding on the air,
White dandies and daisies, tossed by child-small hands.
Clear sky of dazzling blue, clouds parting for its way,
The field of powder ready, waiting for the ride.
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