there is a promise of snow
falling even falling full
erasing all our coded thoughts
by covering completely
all barriers and slights
bare trees will stand taller
darker than the sky while
a wind softly blowing crystals
touching a mouse or rabbit
as they navigate the night
then fall more snowflakes
fall more until even the first tracks
are gone but for some faint marks
even later this too gone mute
until day makes its mark
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