When the white and
silent snow
falls softly on earth,
It seems my soul
awakens from a rebirth,
Through its tranquility
my heart gains
the solitude,
then slowly and slowly
my spirit attains its
complete beauty.
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The poems of Shireen Dianne are as soft as snow flakes, like icecteam melting inside mouth.