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Inert…
A nimbus moon casts her silhouette, upon a frozen pond.
She illuminates the twinkles of an unbendable shirt,
dangling, forgotten, a spectre fashioned by winter’s wand,
touched by a low melodious echoe of her striking refrain.
Why can’t the beauty of winter forever remain?
Soundless…
exploded breath dances upward in the foggy air,
amid rhythmic movement of swirls to impress.
Trees pose as parades of dancing ladies, I do declare,
for this is the Queen of season’s, breathtaking domain.
Why can’t the beauty of winter forever remain?
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