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Kunama 1971


Snow


Snow.
A drifting through timeless space,
An expanse of grey, white cloud,
Drifting, until it reaches a settling space.

The earth, internally heated,
Does touch the freezing flakes.
They melt, but do not disappear -
Are merely forgotten.

Yet still a flake does fall,
Until the heavens have dropped
Their intolerable burden
Upon the warmed ground.

Gail Godden 62


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