Pure white snowflakes
Drifting around
Make nighttime skies
Upon the ground
Heavenly clasp
Of angels’ lips
In form of snow
In cold, short nips
Creating seas
Of blankets, white
Shimmering
Crystal in moonlight
Twilight shapes
Of ghosts appear
Some float far off
While others near
Winds of ancient
Chime their tunes
Of snowy nights
And afternoons
And in the morning
‘Fore the dawn
Designs of frost
My windows spawn
From frost of night
And chill of morn
The snow remakes
My soul forlorn
Then in the sun
The covered trees
The shining shroud
Above my knees
Renew my heart
And heal my soul
Through winter's tears
And frigid cold
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