Cold glass stands guard between me and the dancing white
Crystals of frozen water ride by freely on the wind I wonder what it would be like, To be carried by an invisible force with no destination in mind Alone these flakes are delicate and fleeting Togetherness covers the dead ground with a pristine beauty I wonder how it would feel, To be a part of something that purifies this dying world
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