冬天要到了，给美坛住雪带的同鞋一首小诗

“Snow Toward Evening” by Melville Cane

 

Suddenly the sky turned gray,

The day,

Which had been bitter and chill,

Grew soft and still.

Quietly

From some invisible blossoming tree

Millions of petals cool and white

Drifted and blew

Lifted and flew,

Fell with the falling night.

 

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