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Whispers Of Winter's Ballet
Whispers Of Winter's Ballet
In the hush of winter's breath, a ballet unfolds,
Silent symphony of snowflakes, stories yet untold.
Each delicate crystal, a dancer in the night,
Whirling and twirling, in the soft moonlight.
From the heavens above, they gracefully descend,
A celestial waltz, a dance without end.
In the crisp, cold air, their pirouettes begin,
A mesmerizing performance, where purity spins.
A canvas of frost, painted by nature's hand,
As snowflakes descend to reclaim the land.
No two alike, these crystalline sprites,
A choreography of uniqueness, in endless nights.
With a pirouette, they cascade from the sky,
Tiny dancers in gowns of glistening ice.
They flutter and float, a celestial parade,
A dance of wonder in winter's serenade.
The wind is their partner, a gentle caress,
Guiding their movements in a dance of fin
esse.
They weave and they wander, in elegant trance,
An ethereal ballet, a winter romance.
In the glow of streetlights, they shimmer and gleam,
A glittering spectacle, a poet's dream.
The world transformed, beneath their soft descent,
A winter wonderland, in silent consent.
The earth is their stage, adorned in white lace,
As snowflakes continue their delicate embrace.
With every twirl, a soft sigh they release,
Whispers of winter, a lullaby of peace.
Oh, the beauty they bring, these fragile dancers,
An enchanting performance, enchanting glances.
In this frozen theater, a spectacle unfolds,
As snowflakes descend in tales yet untold.
So, watch with wonder as they dance and play,
In winter's ballet, a magical display.
For in each snowflake, a story is spun,
A tale of grace, until the rising sun.
