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I THINK IT SNOWS

Flakes as silent satin
Sail down salubriously 
Dissipating into stupefaction
Hitherto ramming clay
They were the forlorn harbingers
Before a cataclysm of sposh
Burst through the firmament
Like a derailed locomotive 
Besmirching any implement in ambit
The innocuous sniff of sposh 
Vilifying my cranium
As with a burst of gore
Revivifying to the hub
After an interlude of rhythmic diminution and distend
A rapturous ardor of splendor
Garnering me into a frosty sphere
Of flakes and satin
Methinks it snows.

Copyright © Harry Biosah

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