Ever since
the sound farewell
It seems as
nature mourns
She weeps
her flaky tears
Dazzling
warmth in snow
When, so shy, the sun
heartens
spring to show,
she floats
into a misty cloud
and
flutters, gently swaying,
a
thousand drops of rainbow
preluding a
pearly dew
mykey
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