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- And as winter fell upon the river The fish calmly claiming each droplet There stood four, slow-footed men in trenchcoats, Huddled around a grave. From each hand a flower dangled “Her favorite” one of them untangled From each hand a subtle **** “Always was,” one agreed The fish retreated to their coves Any left snatched by the crows Leaving the men there, with their mother Wind pressing them to one another And as the sun reached to the snow It was the last to see her go; Whereas the moon rose from the shore - Millions of snowflakes, millions more -
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Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 4:38 PM UTC
Sunday in the Snow
- And as winter fell upon the river The fish calmly claiming each droplet There stood four, slow-footed men in trenchcoats, Huddled around a grave. From each hand a flower dangled “Her favorite” one of them untangled From each hand a subtle **** “Always was,” one agreed The fish retreated to their coves Any left snatched by the crows Leaving the men there, with their mother Wind pressing them to one another And as the sun reached to the snow It was the last to see her go; Whereas the moon rose from the shore - Millions of snowflakes, millions more -
First stanza isn't rhymed or metered, for some reason.
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Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 4:38 PM UTC
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