O so white, the flurries falling from the space above
dislodged from white, settling on white
showing off its bitterly cold might
saying that I allow you to walk now, you foolish man
but come again a day later if you can
and I shall knock your feet off the ground
you will get hurt but laugh at the falling sound.
Look all you want at the silent white from inside
But, you won't have the courage to step outside
Your shoes will fail, your ears will hurt
and you will notice how much white can cut
You may have associated white with peace, serenity, tranquility
But come harsh winter, white becomes guilty
of creating havoc in a place which was peaceful before.
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