O Ladies keep your smile
keep
the curl
afloat
and
snow will collect
on your inner-skin
and transform
the bud
inside you
to fluorescence
and
quietly grace will ask after you
and
inquire concerning love
and
your eyes will glow with a snow-storm
a blessing,
a blessing to you
may you
recollect the wetness of your past
and gather
twigs of snow-blossom
hold them
gently to your heart
and release her silver essence
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