Beneath the humming gaze of Galaxy,
Cloud shed their summer slumber
Into thunder, twined as sterling spores,
Albino powder, winged oars,
Which stirs nature's umber bed
Into a woolen terrace, white-wed.
Cloud shed their summer slumber
Into thunder, twined as sterling spores,
Albino powder, winged oars,
Which stirs nature's umber bed
Into a woolen terrace, white-wed.
Moonlit stardust ponders air,
And sheaths silver poplar's bare
Skeleton in lace veil.
When gust-chimes through willows wail,
Vines spooled with ice-dripped pearls,
Graze lakes' glazed-swirls,
En-marbled with crystal fossil, fixed-foam,
Alabaster alchemy, metallic-chrome.
Frosted fields of ferns unfurl,
Snowdrops and crocuses uncurl,
Into a pale-draped tableau,
Beneath the Galaxy's tempo.
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