Film poem(pg 92)

Icicles clinging on for their life
Fearing if they slip
They crash into millions of tiny pieces

Snow gracefully dancing
To the faint song 
Of the trees rustling

The atmosphere white and cold
Burning your throat as you breath in 
Exhaling warm air
Seeing it disperse into nothingness

The calm and serene beauty
Easing the cold 
Into something beautiful

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