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Poems of the
Weather
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The sun arrives with open hands,
It lifts the light from where I stand.
The world dissolves in silver air,
Steps are lost—but I don’t care.
The sky wears gray like heavy wool,
A day half-bright, and never full.
Snowflakes dance on silent ground,
Soft and slow, they make no sound.
Snowflakes dance on silent ground,
Soft and slow, they make no sound.
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