A BANDAID FOR THE WORLD
by Michele Meleen
Snow is like a bandaid,waiting for the right moment,when you need it mostserving as a healing component.
Snow is like a bandaid,it covers up Earth's wounds.While they sit, those wounds can healUntil life is ready to resume.
Snow is like a bandaid,sticking to every inch of land.When it's ready to come off,some bits don't peel up easy as planned.
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