Silently, across the white,
miles and miles melt from sight.

As vistas come and vistas go,
all buried and muted by the flow.

We live with ease against the chill,
leaving no tracks for those who kill.

It's hard to explain the utter peace,
the blue sky's contrast fails to cease..

In the womb of nature's blinding freeze,
time stands still and the mind is released.

Crystallized into thoughts so clear,
gliding by as though as by ear.

While numbness sets in and delusions reveal,
secrets of the universe up too close not to feel.

With a brilliant opening up ahead,
into its doorway, we are sped.


A snowscape of brilliant white and blue

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