Snow
Lace made by the pixies to disperse.A warm touch fades them away.
The color is white of purity.
Sizes vary upon its distances arrival.
A bewitching spell casts upon the dreamers and alike.
A blanket makes a few diamonds within its domain.
The blankets allowing nature take its winter sleep.
It’s torn up from the spring’s alarm for the summer to begin.
Autumn leaves mock its arrival to begin its return to fall.
God’s confetti for a few of his prized fallen.
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