snowflakes
feeling confused at the first sight
of snow,
but instantly relieved by the the
warmth of the day.
you let out an arm from your
protective cove,
in white fluffy ice you decide to
go play.
tiny snowflakes drift down from
their homes
hidden behind white fluffy
clouds, and in packs, of four-
teen.
they sizzle and pop on your
chilly cold skin.
red hot embers puff in blue
smoke afloat.
the sting of cold is replaced by
the death of heat,
quicker than the man can stop
the smoke
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