Tucked into nearly-nothingness The fall of snow, I must profess - Aside from chill that does repress My eager heart and mind - May be of Nature's best success The purity does quite impress With wafting swirls in great excess Despite those quarantined The color, fine, in evening dress Is perfect as love's faithfulness, Blended light made to coalesce As none others less refined For white, alone, cannot oppress A canvas on which to express Each step of life's minute progress - With white, I am aligned.
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Oceans of Mine 