A WHITE POEM

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When I think of white

I see mist in the quiet air,

Round snowflakes falling silently

And waves crashing against the rocks.

I feel calm and relaxed

When I think of white

I see mist in the quiet air,

Round snowflakes falling silently

And waves crashing against the rocks.

I feel calm and relaxed

Like leaves floating in the wind.

I smell pine trees  

In the tall, snowy mountains

And the air before Christmas.

White is a snowball

Flying across the frosty winter.