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snow falls down
in a last minute
frenzy to remind you
that winter still exists
in some forms outside
your heart
as if to make up
for lost time
white falls like ash
sealing fates
of flowers bloomed
too early this year
and a random wind blows
through through the minds
that see
we will have to
wait our turn
for sun.