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buried under snow
our lives may slow
it is strange
the colors we turn
the once found
a man still alive
sleeping in the snow
when they woke him
he begged, "leave me here."
what you find
is not yours
touch it and
it may spoil
snow is silver at dusk
snow is gold at dawn
you were red at dusk
now completely blue
