Challenge
Snow
In the Snow on Christmas Morning
I march
On the ground covered with the softness of white
Among the snowy trees one wintry evening
Growing cold as my bare feet touch the ice crystals
Wearily, I searched
Of the little traces of him
Under the lightless sky
And run to oblivion against the chilly breeze
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