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  • Indian Poem

    Snow

    Crisp in the winter’s morning,
    Softly all through the night,
    What is this without warning,
    Falling and white?

    I have never seen snow
    But I can imagine it quite –
    Not how it tastes, but I know
    It falls and is white.

    One morning I’ll open the door
    To bring in the morning’s milk,
    And all around there’ll be snow –
    Fallen and still.

    How I’ll roll in the stuff!
    How I’ll tumble and spin!
    Until the neighbours cry, Enough!
    And send me back in.

  • #2
    Nice poem..
    It’s better to give than to receive. Especially advice

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    • #3
      Well, this is a beautiful poem

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