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Description
The snow path.
No one know where it leads,
No one dares to enter,
Nor to ever give it heed.

It stands in the snow,
Never to fall.
Its bright white branches
Shine firm forming a wall.

Its opening never crumbles.
Welcoming all who come.
Its bright white branches
Shine bright in the sun.

But yet no one comes.
It stands all alone;
All its bright white branches,
Shall forever be unknown.

This is another frost picture from my ranch in the morning during winter. I really like this one too. It reminds me of a little untouched doorway, hence the poem above.

Description
The snow path.
No one know where it leads,
No one dares to enter,
Nor to ever give it heed.

It stands in the snow,
Never to fall.
Its bright white branches
Shine firm forming a wall.

Its opening never crumbles.
Welcoming all who come.
Its bright white branches
Shine bright in the sun.

But yet no one comes.
It stands all alone;
All its bright white branches,
Shall forever be unknown.

This is another frost picture from my ranch in the morning during winter. I really like this one too. It reminds me of a little untouched doorway, hence the poem above.