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milky white sky

reminisces the call of winter.

admiring the stars of blight, I sing of joy.

the warmth of a home I yearn to escape

dearly keeps me alive.

the smell of festivity

suffocates the pain of frost

and the poison of the glistening sky.

see the epiphany through the window

the children laughter,

the churches swollen of feeble faith

and a wonderful bleak winter

I'll never feel my own.