The swift dancing of the shimmering snow.
Floating from the stars, makes the ground cold.
The dark forest adopts it for many nights.
While the snow paints its territory white.
The dark forest got jealous of its beautiful art.
And snuck from behind, and froze its heart.
The snow may hope to defrost from raw.
Or wait for the sun, to help the ice thaw.
A plane passes by, where the dark forest lies.
And listens closely, and hears muffled cries.
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