Snow Face
How it was that her Summer face
Turns slowly into snow
Without hurry, there was no race
No one was there I know
Not what to say before
Silence answered in reply
Crystal eyes, blue once more
As were the winds who knew why
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2023-10-03 at 15:15
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