THE UNSUNNED SNOW
There's a feathery vague of vision, watery in the air
The breeze is thick and stricken, and I hear its faint infliction
Its pallid veil of frost, glistens with prediction
A low familiar voice, hushed, hidden in the wind
Coldly whispers in;
"The only truth is time, and time it trickles on"
This truth―it floats its law to earth; white blue, cold, and cloudless
But despite the vapor's blur; of fact, of fate and fear
The sunlight lifts back up
Back up within the air
Midday in the meadows, I seek the sky and stare
The fixed ice slowly bends
Crackles from a stem
There's that whisper once again
My conscience in the glare
I see stars, planets, winters ― I see time without an end
I sense a sound once more
I hear my voice again;
"Nothing lasts forever, but life will never end"
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