Breathing
Breath of alabaster frost
Billows up like willow flowers loft.
A barren tree's embossed
Unto the scenery when
Snow flakes make
Its tendrils pillow soft again.
The End
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Breath of alabaster frost
Billows up like willow flowers loft.
A barren tree's embossed
Unto the scenery when
Snow flakes make
Its tendrils pillow soft again.
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