Snow
The tears, obstructed in their long descent by zephyr’s kiss and held in chill embrace, were shed within a storm which lightning rent asunder to reveal her hidden face.
Amorphous, ever changing in a grief which comes each year with sister’s slow demise, she weeps to emulate each falling leaf. The world now feigns a stark and barren guise
as seasons change. Life slows to start anew but melancholic sadness comes our way with every raindrop’s soft caress and dew which sparkles on the graves of yesterday.
A winter’s dirge is sung and autumn’s proud kaleidoscope’s interred with ermine shroud.
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