A beautiful white world,
A white fantasy,
The earth lying under a white blanket,
So beautiful,
So pure,
So ethereal,
Yet,
Such perfection can never last,
Disturbance will always appear,
Making it,
Utterly,
Imperfect.
People trampling in the snow,
Dirt turn the white dream,
Flawed.
Yet,
One disturbance is beautiful,
And utterly glorious,
That is crimson splattered on white,
Turning it into,
Crimson Snow.
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