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Snow Poem 2
A Landscape in the evermost airs
brings me here .
Desk of hearts . The hills
white polar arms in the grass fields at my standing feet
will to listen .
But I am a chief of crayons
not nature , Thunder beings or wetted flowers .
I can break the hearts of memories in my world .
And tunes I lifted once can now play
in streams as beautiful as suns .
For I make that these waters
multiply into the sublime
until , Creatorful ,
blushes with their spending radiance .
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