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snowfall
The blend of the snow-flecks--
the snow as a tardy revenge to summer tumultuary grass.
The whirl of the snow-flecks--
the dreamlike wing,
the plural of the white non-existence.
The temper of the snow, the pain of the snow:
dissect oneself in the sky to be forever one on the earth.
The time of the snow--
the cyclic fairy tale, the weird mist of roads, hardly comprehensible.
The sadness of the snow
begun from sources and learnt by heart.
The call of the snow--
the winter’s touches falling from the dark to my craving hand.
