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Winter's Lachrymose

The snow came down,
Completely null of all spite.
From the far reaches of heaven,
Rained down the myriad whites.

Their meager bodies floating,
Meandering around one another.
Just skirting my skin,
The caress of a mother.

The beauty comes at once,
Deep into lachrymose eyes,
An untouched, antebellum world,
devoid of paints and dyes.

And all around I hear,
The silent threnodic call,
Of numbed fear I felt of death
Which now meant nothing at all.

This is my paradise,
This icy sepulchral vale,
Lay down upon my face the lace,
of the frozen sugarcane veil.



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