Shake-it until the snow
falls all around,
Piling high succumbing
any soul upon the ground.
See prisms casting arrays
within this sphere of doom,
While pieces of an ice-land
lie encased, forever tombed...
Tilting perspectives rise and fall
greeting your waning moods,
A winter land embraced in hand
forever will elude.
sinnaminsun 2005
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