The snow in hindsight

Whitefall

Snow, the cold in a kiss.

Snow, frost bitten landscapes wallow.

Snow, the tears in the ice.

Snow, oceans frozen in sorrow.

Snow, a graveyard playground.


By Alpha Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh

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