In 17 Syllables…
A swarm descends on the small town to celebrate the frozen dead guy.
The forest doesn’t sleep just because the snow falls. The music plays on.
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Remember when you were young and wished you could touch the clouds? Today too?
An emanating glow from the west casts light on the Terra below.
A wintry moon hides its face from white, wispy clouds in January.
In 17 Syllables... 