The snow fell,
The first real snow of the year.
It fell violently, whipped by the Wind, thrusted to the ground,
Needed by the trembling earth,
Wanted by the the roaring wind.
The snow was thrown down against
It's will, but soon found solace,
Upon the earth, and it collapsed,
Collapsed there gently, exhausted.
The snow slowly melts,
Giving it's moisture back,
To the gentle earth,
As the wind strokes it's surface.















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A hótule asinye i meneltannar tirien. Mano mardenna?
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