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Ephemeral
I saw the ephemeral in its cross snow
Pouring into the unsolved December clouds
How oh how the father is sometimes distant
At our stars due to the b ercements itself
I see the snow fall
The deep shaft bottom
And leaves nothing to believe
When spring
Yet, though the winter promises
Always an eternal return
As the mountain tops
The speech invincible beings.