Wintery free verse

Short in the woods is a land
Laying with the glaze of crystal structures
Smoothing over the cold frozen ground
Which cover feelings lost
Regarded by warm, drooling hearts
These feelings once remembered
By past ages
And tired eyes
That sit in the cold and listen
To thoughts that find
This small graveyard in the snow



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