Rivers of kisses

Thick, sloppy, wet kisses on my cheeks,
As snowflakes softly pelt my face.
Cotton balls adorn the branches.
A thick blanket fills the sky.
The air turned into a veil, the forest beyond a dim outline.
A white fleece drapes the entire world,
As rivers of kisses run down my face.

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