As the winter
As the winter
He let’s see himself in his white virgin cloth,
as the wind is slowly whisper sweet songs over the world.
Every time a snowflake falls,
It's twinkling and breaks the light in many rainbow colors.
How can a man not see the beauty of its existence,
in a world that most of the time is In a red fog of violence .
They forgotten the gentleness of the snow Like a blanket of innocence.
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| Auteur: Trudy smits | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 29 december 2023 | ||
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