pale sky and land converge
old lovers, they are
in a veil of displacement
a place once known
now hidden in white
soft, the world lays
in peace and still and cold
where passersby reveal
where they left and
where they long to go
a shuffle through the
shattered frozen rain
shaken from floating fleece
those sheep in the sky
and eternity is rolled
out into the distance
into the silence of snow
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