The Porcelain In the Snow
Through the blinding haze of the blizzard,
It was the only visual for eyes afar.
A gleam from it rose to the sky,
Making the view as ethereal and high.
A blink then again one more
Built its glory to reach evermore.
Moors have been swept in search,
Lands turned into white dust.
A pale glimmer arose so glazed
Marking the spot where it stood unfazed.
A flutter in the wind brought some light
In came the view of the porcelain white.
A single white rose
Stood in the storm so majestic.
Could nature be more supercalifragilistic?
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