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Snow Grave
How does such delicate flesh contain
our avalanches of soul?
You stand, but inside you are falling, plummeting
through a frozen gaping hole.
And smile through the phantom ache of pain
buried deep below.
Always be kind, because you just don't know,
how dark may be anyone's crumbling road.
The warmth of compassion lightens life's load.
In my snow grave, I know I will be saved.
our avalanches of soul?
You stand, but inside you are falling, plummeting
through a frozen gaping hole.
And smile through the phantom ache of pain
buried deep below.
Always be kind, because you just don't know,
how dark may be anyone's crumbling road.
The warmth of compassion lightens life's load.
In my snow grave, I know I will be saved.
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