The new born beauty, reflective of a brand new winters day.
These are my feelings, shown as a crisp white sheet laying softly over the field. Just waiting for someone to take a walk across the grass, watch my feelings disperse and fly away.
Every hope and dream i have for the near future.
The grass is now waiting for someone else to make a new morning wish.
My wish is that i wish you were here to see it with your own eyes.

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