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 this day from seeing photo-realistic memories of genuine smiles.

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