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Snow Drop
The tears of ice aren’t surprise
For the lifeless vale of cold paradise
The rich and the poor are not so sure
The darkest nights are hard to endure.
Its swift and silent vigorously violent
So hard so crude, inherently rude
Just after the fall when the days are small
The snow will sweep and bury us deep.
Silent we lie, resisting to die
Killing the time, waiting for chime
From the frozen bed will rise the dead.
As a spring crop, as a snow drop.
For the lifeless vale of cold paradise
The rich and the poor are not so sure
The darkest nights are hard to endure.
Its swift and silent vigorously violent
So hard so crude, inherently rude
Just after the fall when the days are small
The snow will sweep and bury us deep.
Silent we lie, resisting to die
Killing the time, waiting for chime
From the frozen bed will rise the dead.
As a spring crop, as a snow drop.
Published 7th Apr 2015
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