Sheets like shrouds
Veils and curtains wrap the orphans
Silent clouds
Lost in closed-eyed crownd
Ebb and flow
The sound of the rain is an echoe
That weeps diluvian tears
On pristine white snow
Lashing storm
Outside thuds weave
Voiceless laments
And blister moons, triumphant
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