2001
Christopher Welch, Aged 9
Boston MA, USA
Winter
Snow, white and soft.
It lands on your face and melts.
Landing on your face it melts quickley.

Puffy white snowmen line the street
Like soft white statues.

Winter, my favourite time.

© 2001 Christopher Welch - Contributed in April 2001

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