White flakes once tongued with joyous shout
Black snow crystals now cursed and spat out
Caressing close eyed mist ruffling hair
Begets rainbow cloud of slow poison in air
Trust of clear sweet water divine
Turns to fear of deathly yellowed wine
Life spark burning green bud’s windy sway
Births sickly green livery of inner decay
Who can say these mental terrors
May not be realized by man’s errors?
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