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[__massacre_]

  From inside I can see the snow, Observed behind glass, a clear wall. As the green turns into white, I have loved to look upon tiny white atom like snowflakes and drift... Into a place where the table only sits myself with, empty chairs , Where food isn't served but, life's silent voice, life's paperback poems, Written in script of elegance. New

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[hachishinobi]

I find it hard to believe that when one thinks about snow, one believes that they are not able to be changed.....can snow not change, from snow to water to ice to sleet and back to water to hail, one can always change.............of course, i am probably reading your writing in a negative way again. i'm sorry

[__massacre_]

yes, you are again.
there are many interpretations with snow.