Stars Over Snow
Inside a snow-streaked fantasy,
There lies hidden ecstacy.
White-colored stars fell
Bringing a hundred stories to tell.
Within that pallid, traceless vestige
Many lost pride and prestige.
Behind that pale meadow
Nothing to hear, but an echo.
Shooting stars,
Raining snow;
Final hours
Falling slow.
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