SNOWFLAKES
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Glitters fall from the sky,
Dancing to twirls and swirls.
The rays of the sun are melting,
Due to the great torment of snow.
The gloom of whiteness buried the clouds:
Spawning snows with pink roses against it.
In the great torment of snow,
The tellurian is fluttering far to glow.
Snows fell through the dusky brightness,
Which fluttered the flapping sleet.
Marathon race staired the eyes of the sky,
To watered the flowers beneath its nose.
Pumping the livers with rosy blood pressure,
After the dawn had became restless to live.
The words of people never break the snow,
Only if the cloud would just collapse on them.
The drunkness of the cloud destate,
still Snowflakes keep bubbling like flames.
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