Misaki Kurohara
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The wistful wind will blow
With the small promise of snow
For this we hope but do not know
That snow will come no
The chill is in the air
Where it comes from I know not where
To the sky we can't help but stare
Till a blanket of shiver we wear
A short spell and a small time frame
Of which the day will not stay the same
When coated with white specks that will not be tame
And when ruined by you, you cannot help but feel shame
