Winter Poem | Manas T.
Snowflakes, Snowflakes, falling down,
On the grass or on the ground,
Soft like feathers in the sky,
As I grow up I wonder why?
I will build a snowman out of snow,
With a big black hat and eyes of coal,
Then, I will make a great big hole,
So people can fall into it just like moles.
If the sun comes up,
The snow will go away,
It will go in the sky and up, up, away,
But the fun has just begun so don't go away.
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