Why People Are Happy With The Snow








I Wandered Off The Land Of Stone 

And There I Saw People Have Grown
Their Perfunctory Smiles Have Sown
All Caught As T'were Their Very Own

In Their Ears, Their Eyes It Clears
The Icy Flakes, Brushed Off Fears
Their Nape, Their Heads' Headgears
Warm Versions Of Bitter Cold Tears

The Night Would Have Been Very Placid
Then The Next Day Would Be Better Rid
Of The Melted Thoughts If It Ever Did
But Frozen Elements Only Remain Acid








Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written on this day (kindly please refer to original date of creation in the copyright information) from/after seeing photo-realistic memories of genuine smiles.

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