Today I took a wintry walk,
Around snow covered hills,
Passed cottages with windows sills,
Bedecked in icicles,
They shed their tears upon the ground,
Like little drops of rain,
Immunity from sadness,
For ice can feel no pain,
In temporary transition,
They leave no mark or stain,
Await evaporation,
Now free to rain again.
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