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WHITE GRASS by ADA BAZZACCHINI

First Line: NOTHING HERE... / NOTHING BUT THE FIRST SNOW FALLING
Last Line: INTO THE EVENING QUIET OF THE WHITE GRASS.
Subject(s): SNOW;
Nothing here ...
Nothing but the first snow falling,
The new snow falling,
And a robin singing in the white grass.
Nothing but the slow day fading ...
And two in the silence, waiting, hoping, yearning;
Freighting the lonely dusk with the melodies of their dreams,
while the new snow falls,
And a wayward robin pours its song
Into the evening quiet of the white grass.



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