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Where the autumn Crossed beyond, There's the winter With its sound. And into the foggy holt There's the earth waiting for long And the cloudy charged sky Broke the air and started cry. And he doesn't water anymore With liquid drops coming across. Then the speed started to slow And from now we see the snow. Dancing sluggish in the air Charging up the atmosphere We can see billions of white Pleasing up our little sight. And into the covered ground Against the cold, against the sound There are flowers tilted down Waiting for winter's uncrown. And the earth itself it's cold And the pale sun it seems too bald, Without it's rays of warming season's cold, So the light falls in season's tomb. And in spite of all their harm And the world's falling down, All those flakes are still in air Coming down at the first tier. So the view of ruthless snow It's the hell of artic glow And instead of melting ice There's the whiteness of boundless size.
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
The Sorrow of the Buried Earth