[Original Poem] Falling Snow

Falling smoothly down
from the sinful blue
the white and virgin matter
will lull the world,
calm you,
lull me,
conceal the truth,
reveal the slumber's queue.
Will slowly make us blind,
will hide the faults,
the dirt,
the death,
the world we've lost,
will stop the nature's breath.
That's snow.

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