Snow falls white Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere, but In our dreams and in our nightmares, It looks like something else... White snows are seen greatly and wonderfully On mountains' tops... All landscapes turn white as Nature wears its white and lovely dress... In reality snows are white, but In our dreams, They turn something else... White snows melt into water Running smoothly and beautifully in Those creeks and in rivers, but In our dreams things turn another thing... Snows' whiteness is clear, but In our dreams they are something else... Dark days versus white days Simply because white days look-like White snows, but Dark days look-like our dreams and Even like our nightmares... Snows are clearly white, but In our dreams are not and They will not be... ______________________________________________________________________
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