Naturally Obscured

A POEM

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Its air touching snow

Melting it into colorless drops

Making realizations of cold and warm

Like freezing hands,

And warm hearts

Wet waters deceiving us

Causing conundrum by

Washing away the flares

Leaving behind marks,

Inviting unwanted disparage

But it’s the night at first

Trying to hide the most

With falling freezing rain

Together involved

in hiding the crap

But neither the snow, rain or night

Nothing can invigorate against the truth

Its hot, warm orange rays,

They will sink them beneath

Leaving behind the whispers

In the end, they are the repercussions

Which speaks out everything

And nothing is obscured……..