The murmur of the snow
you hear not sounding how.
All justifying fail,
a bit aware of hail.
Indecent cannot be,
the snow, eventually.
Still, merciless it is,
and heavy, being this,
by cloud artfully laid
improperly afraid.
The murmuring of snow
you hear not sounding how.
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