Veer not, my gaze
Off the silent scene
Where wanders my mind
A spirit serene
Untouched for miles
The silky snow lies
White carpet as if,
Beneath blue skies
Amidst the milky way
Conifers stand erect
Like giants of Stonehenge
Stillness in effect
Descend their leaves
Without a sound
In a rhythmic waltz
They fall aground
Its bluish tint
Has a touch divine
Like Atlantis of lore
It is sublime
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