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Snow
Why is something so beautiful so cold.
The little froze tears falling to hit the ground,
Just like white petals from the flowers falling on a surface of water.
It all seems unreal.
Just as you go to touch it,
It melts away
Leaving nothing but a teardrop
In your hand.
This poem is about:
Our world