Winter maiden
Draped afresh
In a pure white
Unsullied cloak
Hugging her contours
Uncorrupted
In its perfect purity
Her Pristine draperies
Like crisp white linen
Lying undisturbed
Nature’s maiden
In her winter coat
Some people are like clouds In strange kind of way Because when they fuck off It becomes a beautiful day
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