I look and see a stranger beauty
Flowering above the murky undergrowth
Faces people seemingly blank
Crowds of crows with no faces
Gawk the sound of trumpets baying
Baying like a soulful wind
They turn to face and then see
A stranger beauty inside
Gilded cloak of shadows briefly flutters in the breeze
World of color erupts before me
Winter is so mean
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