Brilliant powder prances swiftly on the land
Brightness alleviates desire for man’s instruments
Dance and frolic, remember the fun, light shakes
We want more; we always want more thick shine
When more is here, we freeze, we stutter, we hide
Fears of insane crunching metals stopping humanity
Avoid the madness, bring more, dance and run away
More becomes the nothingness that blesses us
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#1 by Sirenum Scopuli on January 9, 2011 - 9:03 pm
Not looking forward to the snow, huh?
#2 by Carl on January 9, 2011 - 9:42 pm
Ah, the snow is fantastic! The people of the city do not mix well with the snow, and that is something to run from…