give me a small word,
inside which is a wonder's white touch
and sudden loss of time
a small word
not love but snow!
Snow is a poem.It's the most innocent beauty.A miracle it is.White and pure .Not any other season but winter brings snow.Once a year.It comes, fascinates our eyes and dissappears till the next year.If only our world be as white as snow, soft, pure and innocent!.Snow is love.God's infinite love!