This time of year

isituorme

 

Into to the morning of  we go , to find the worlds been washed by snow , natures been she’s taken back and covered with a silk white mat , all that should have never been,ugly building hard and mean , tins on wheels and rubbish bins , she’s simply covered up our sins , a simple clouds delivered ice  and covered up our human vice ,and blessed us with this lovely scene of glowing white, nature pristine. So look upon and take delight this Christmas picture pure and white. And as we all come out to play enjoy the scene embrace the day.

  • Author: isituorme (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 18th, 2022 06:01
  • Category: Unclassified
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