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Snowberry tear
Snow falls down brushin pine trees,rain of ice build cold
towers,pyramid peaks reach up high,Winter sky.Fingertips
mold his face through the mist on my window,Scarlet petals
spray perfume on thick shattered glass.Broken leaves leap and
linger in green meadows of the past.On a frosty mirrored
morning,logs on fire burn no flame,in the stillness twigs of the
heart.Dried December berries,without any kisses,get carried, in
a farmer's worn out cart.The wild wind blows and rustles once
again,dewdrop stones engrave a snowman's cheek,another
dawn, awaits the blissful Sunshine,to play music on gold harp
strings,to melt freezing tears into glitterin streams of dreams
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