Silent Night

by Aurora | April 30, 2019
Poetry Contest 2019
As I walk down the white road I hear the soft songs of the birds The blanket of snow crunches beneath my feet. The fire places burn as they keep the fresh oven baked pies from cooling The dark thick smoke rising from the old chimney of the houses The pretty red birds sing their soft, gentle songs of the night The white blanket of snow is like whip cream on a cake I touch the snow and shiver, it's like putting ice a cup I touch the heart of the old oak tree that is covered with a thick blanket of snow and hear it whisper across the snowy white covered earth beautiful and precious words that glistened across the crystal white sea.
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