by Lucas Dumore
(Headingley)
The snow blows down to cool the mind,
to calm the rage,
to lift the blind upon our eyes,
to see the world so crisp and chill,
when everything runs it seems so still.
Blow and blow, fall and freeze,
a blanket of snow to put to sleep
our icy trees.
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