snowy
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it is falling one, two, another onethat fresh scent snowflakesvery silently putting themselves to place
people behind lit windowsfireplaces, smoke from chimneys
the cold air presses against the facethe breathing out forms a misty cloudthat dissolves quickly
the whitening landscape is very monochrome, darkening
with a white rabbit running zig zag in the field, disappearingits prints will soon be erased,like it never existed
the black raven sitting in a tree, watchingsomeone trying to make a snowballbut gives up as the snow is too dry now
it is a spooky feeling, when the first snow comes