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Snow, fallen,
I pull the curtains,
pretending
it’s a dream.
I’ll wake up tomorrow–to
find that it’s all gone.
skat@2017
353375
Snow, fallen,
I pull the curtains,
pretending
it’s a dream.
I’ll wake up tomorrow–to
find that it’s all gone.
skat@2017
Beautiful metaphor for impermanence of life
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Thank you very much! I’m glad you like it.
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Beautiful. It is a form I might try, it has such lyricism to it.
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It certainly makes a nice change.
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