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A FURY OF WHITE
A fury of white-
Rushing
chaotically,
All through the night.
It does trick to the eye;
Dancing by light.
Flutterings in the sky.
We
stand in the circle-
That insignificant spot.
And look to the heavens,
To see what weve got.
The flurries
continue,
Frosting our eyes;
Trying to disguise,
The rest of the night
From our naive minds.
We stand in this circle-
This circle of light
The beauty is real,
The snow
is serene,
Its dustings heal
Imperfections of the ground.
We stand in this circle-
This circle of light
We
stand in this circle-
All through the night.
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