Seasons
4. Winter As the breeze blows, nobody knows. As the snowflakes began to fall, I feel too small. When it gets too cold, I become bitter. When I see the snow, I see glitter. Winter is icy. Unpleasant. Cold. Wet. Frozen. Fluffy. Snowy. Winter is the alternative. All seasons are beautiful.
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