Behind Winter Minichu
Winter don for the mystery—
Of happenstance now frozen in;
That shakes itself from Her history,
The pace of whirling snowy flakes,
In the night's long, long pass—
The next morning to satiate.
Shadow self en masse
Dashed
Cracked with glass
Winter don for the mystery—
In the night's long, long pass,
Cracked with glass.
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