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Words Of Winter

Dancing upon the lands,
Before the coming of sundown’s,
Effervescent glow,
Were crystals of snow,
That held questions,
No poet could ever know,
Nor would they wish to ask,
For nothing becomes nothing,
No questions or facts in this life or the next,
Only perplexing existences in confusing, conflicting, context,
And within that wind,
Hark! I hear a voice singing sweetly,
“Life is but a passing dream,
Never will it answer clearly!”

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