The winter sky is white
As the milky waters of Lethe.
The stark clouds blend into a horizon:
No beginning and no end,
Like oblivion.
The impervious sky,
The impersonal snow,
Blur the lines of heaven and earth.
A void without warmth.
A void without memory.
A void without emotion.
Only the bliss of nothingness.
Bringing Mae Flowers 
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