Say nothing, let the dead heaps of Winter’s drought
Lie frozen, let leaves buffer their weight soundlessly;
Grey clouds on the horizon will muffle the wind's sobs.
Soft shovelfuls of earth are deeper down,
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this one might be one u wanna enter in the contest its got a good omniscient style
actually i read this a second time and its quite literal. this happens to me lot. kinda spooky. i like it even better though now. the imagery is spot on