Snow

The snow is like pavement; specks glistening in the sun.

The snow is like a nation; many tiny bodies united as one.

The snow is like armor; a smooth, protective shell.

The snow is like a mask; the image we wish to sell.

The snow is like society; a barred freedom.

The snow is like thoughts; excessive for some.

The snow is like beauty; natural and clean in all its glory.

The snow is like a footstep; obstructive, but telling a story.

It holds our secrets in its icy threads and recreates the memories stored safe in our heads.

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