April showers turned to snow
And winter came to kiss the bride.
Her favourite season,
The perfect wedding guest.
The sky cried
Icy tears,
While careful not to wet the dress.
Frosty arms embraced her,
As the wind howled with joy.
December for a day,
A day just like her first,
A day she’d dreamed of.
Her fairytale fulfilled.
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