Ferocity of racing wind,

Arms behind, vigour

In dragging the shadowed cold

Behind, face grim flint.

Once the thick cloak

Arrives, sun will no longer

Smile amiably, pleasant lulling, neutrality a diversion

To the hard, bright day coming when crystal blue sky will have a peculiar, invisible shadow.

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