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The magical whiteness of the streets
Pleasing my weary soul,
Snowfall covering the trees
Filling my heart with childish delight,
And the icy breeze touching my face
Ah! What a solace – gift of God.
Snow beads clinging to my overcoat
Making me wet all over...
Then I quickly enter my timbered house
After the wonderful morning walk.
The enchanting winter of Boston
Smiles at me from the windowpane
Thrilling every ounce of me.
I am so spell bound by nature’s allure
That while having a sip of coffee
I tell myself ‘I am but not alone,
The divine Nature is with me.’
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