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Winter


White eye in the sky,

your visage viewing snowy floors so white,

night so lonely, yet full.

Flowing rivers silent,

Stopped like a broken watch,

Nature and time stand still.

The roses are fallen,

Like red paint on white canvas,

Red wine in white crystal.


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