Whiteness, so bright you can't see
The waving aroma of winter.
Feeling of adrenaline rushing down your veins
"crunch, crunch" it compacts together
The smoothness and roundness is flawless
The more compact, the harder and tougher
Hands turning red as they breathe cold air
The thought brings back childhood memories
Memories mak you feel warm inside
Your thirst, finally quenched as
It melts in your mouth
"Whoosh" passes through air at the speed of light.
Blood dripping heavily from noses
Tips of tongues stuck to coldness
Wonderful winter would not be winter without it.
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