Snow Peaks
The wind whispers
about the still peaks
of high mountains dressed
in their white gowns
as if readying for
a grand ball where
a prince would come to meet
his bride all dressed in white.
The clouds too linger
there about the slopes,
transfixed by the sparkle
of their garments
but the winds forbid them
to remain amidst
this magic land.
They leave in tears that
turn at once to snowflakes
adding more brilliance
when the sun reigns
once again.
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