Snow Is Falling On My Soul

It's not necessarily eclipsing

That the Moon and Sun collapsing;

But Cold is nearing and

Crown canopies are missing!

It's when skies are light red

Or something like reddish pink,

And people are asleep, I think;

Nightfall is its closest link!

Every skin turbid with goosebumps,

Not as if Winter is here now;

But ordeal with the snow, somehow

Falls onto a soul that didn't know how!

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