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written by: Boris Simonovski
Snowflakes depart from the sky,
waste hours as I watch them pass by.
Like feathers from the Heavens
carried by sudden movements.
The darkest demons they purge
in the form of holiest scourge,
prepare for the redemption
guide this world to perfection.
Seems it has come to an end-
The sky has nothing left to send.
The angels’ mission is done
against the fiends, they have won.
Let the cycle continue,
with it the sky turns ocean blue.
And so, a new season starts
Joy springs in our body parts