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Winter's World

Palaces, which built the cold,
Hills, which drifted the wind,
Trees, which painted the rime
melt... everything melt away.

The world, which built winter,
pass out of sight.
I try to hold
the last snow-drifts of this year...

But snow is thawing
and washes my hands.

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Yes, beautifully, the thought and rhyming is conformable …