By ProlificScribbler
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Dust from the snow gathered by the dawn,
from the dusk to dawn,
we hardly ever felt down.
Dust from the snow blows as if it were the raging winds,
little did they know it was to
leave them with blinds.
Dust from the snow flows as if it were the
perennial nile,
little did they know it was to leave them hostile.
Dust from the snow swipes away the memorable memories,
leaving behind miserable diaries.
Dust from the snow gathered by the dawn,
from the dusk to dawn,
we hardly ever felt down..
Dedicated to stargirI01