Gréachán 1 day ago
Snow
Fresh snow, soft magician,
stills all the land,
Turning our griefs to pearl,
our scars to sleep;
The world stands clueless,
newly white-washed, and
Forgets the wounds it swore
were cut too deep.
Gentle absolver,
hiding pain from sight,
Who teaches grief
to practice feeling light.
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