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Snow Dreams
Tiny snowflakes fall down
white gems upon a black crown
A breeze flutters
left with no sayings to utter
To reflect the hoarse yet sublime dark hue
Black swirls dissolve to blue
A heat so thick
it suffocates to undo
The chain of thoughts in my own mind
Fleeting yet syncretic of kind
Blue swirls dissolve to grey
A silent ether is there to pray
A wish remains there to be born, but nonetheless unfelt
And then the grey swirls melt
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