Flurry
The gentle fall of silver flakes
Within my head a image does make
How can it be so cold and cruel
When it is the one true rule
The frost that covers these frozen lands
The sting of hail as it hits my hands
The snow that lands among the trees
The cool scent of a winter breeze
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