Perfect,
it's snowing
and the colors are fading
they're taken back
to mother nature's back.
All we got is white
that's not a bad thing though
sometimes less is more
and more is even more
You just have to be wise
to know when to stop
even if the heart aches
to a point you can't really see
if you focus on you
you can set the colors free
And if you in war
but witnessed peace
let this brightness of snow
set your soul free.
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