Symphonies from my backyard chimes
Claimed frantic frigid tunes and maniacal rhymes.
Claps of snow thunder on my personal staged tundra,
Accompanied by howling waves during flurrying times,
Created a backdrop of long blue-shadowed trenches.
While roaming rural counties in a rapid race,
White Wind's wanderlust kept a frosty pace.
Pelting a perfect rhythm on my window pane,
This winter opera performed with wicked grace.
In character as one of the snow cloaked wenches,
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