Down of snow,
hung up of my coat,
wrap me with a stratum
of melancholy
till the arrival
of the first snowdrop.
Flake of snow
that you play with my hair
delight my look
with white fairy pictures.
Kind winter
with white mane,
load me with emotion
through so many beauties
that overflow me.
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