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Snow
October 29, 2022
Brightness drift down from the heaven’s palace
With chance, those lovely creatures get to stay
Or sometimes they chose to have held a race
For coming summer, shall pass for the day
Sometime too mad and losses temperate
And of their somber, eye of heaven fade
Tough winds strengthen their violent moderate
Nor sky crystals may win against their shade
Though tininess trimmed their romantic soft
Holy complexion embossed down within
And often are they sleep quiet up aloft
Till shaking of the summer breeze begin
Life moves on as thou show your talent flair
Life goes beyond as thou leave no despair
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This sonnet is about different types of snow I saw (either in the real life or on movies) in my life. Plato believed that everyone was born to have a function and the only way to achieve true happiness is finding and doing the right function. So how about those that are not living things?
To me, Snow, like us, have their own feelings and functionality. Sometimes they're happy and provide us beautiful landscapes and fun, while other times they might be furious and create hurricanes of snow bombarding us.
Nature is mythical and lyrical. It is a double-edged sword. Aristotle believed that all the truth was hidden in nature - that is so close to our life yet so far at the same time. I also love the nature since it was unpredictable, just like me.