Frost drapes the dead grass.
The Frail backbones of Birches
The Skeletal Trees.
Rising up over.
The hill… like haunting monsters.
Being forced to bend.
By heavy winter.
The Sky, gray like the ugly.
Duckling, waddles, Cold.
Frost drapes the dead grass.
The Frail backbones of Birches
The Skeletal Trees.
Rising up over.
The hill… like haunting monsters.
Being forced to bend.
By heavy winter.
The Sky, gray like the ugly.
Duckling, waddles, Cold.
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