Hope for good,
Banish to everything bad.
For a few magical moments I am no longer sad.
Caught up with the excitement of that first winter's snow.
Watching snowflakes fall, I never want to go.
A tiny little snowflake is caught on my hand,
Then it fades away like writing in sweet summer sand.
Everything beautiful with that ever so special glow,
Someday will eventually have to go.
If beautiful things were there all the time, it wouldn't seem so great.
On that first snow of the season, always look out for fate.
 
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