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A veil of white streams across my eyes
Millions of them fall almost in slow motion beckoning the ground for an embrace
The white angels of the sky kiss my face as I lookup into the eyes of heaven
The biting cold grasp the outermost layer of my skin and ever so slightly brushes by
The breeze shifts and jolts the glowing white flakes as if they were waltzing to the last song of the evening With all of the elegant imagery unfolding in my gaze, the beautiful and mysterious silence envelopes the scene as bystander would
This sight is almost an image of the afterlife
So much beauty but so little words to describe what my eyes have come to configure