Non-Erotic PoetryMemory in WhiteWalking through the blowing white,
The perfect crystals pelting down,
I recall another time, another place,
Another snow-swept little town,
When we walked hand in hand through powdery drifts,
Shivering in the dry and frigid clime,
And the snow that clung to brow and hair,
Aged us long before our time...
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