Without making a noise,

The snow murders the young and old.

While looking innocent and pure,

It is quite deceiving.

The snow is a silent assassin,

Like the hawks hovering above prey.

So white and gentle,

Gracefully falling from the clouds above.

What falls from the clouds,

Is not white fluffy stuff.

It is knives to the hearts

Of all the victims of snow.

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