Snow’s trumpet

Can you hear the snow’s quiet trumpet?

A silent song serenading eternity.

Cold flakes falling in the ballroom of winter.

Gravity tickles loose their gentle curtsy.

Witness wet chastity dressed for her wedding.

A feathery waltz leading to soil’s massive ache.

She is crystal frozen in timeless perfection.

How wickedly jealous the fire must be.

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