Sunny snow all white in the night (a new year’s poem)

Sunny a day, the night is a mist of the spring at winter.
Sinister the minister found it a splinter crossing tea at supper.
Lesson to be heard is the wonder to be earned unless the sibling comes first.
Finder of the lost is cosmos. Osmosis of the few hardens the weight of the unsure.
Clouds float across the [...]

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