an aeroplane flies by
drones its way quietly through space
another screams its jetstream
into the blue morning
white-streaking the virgin canvas
with crystal lines of ice
like a mist of nothing
marking the footsteps of the future
or the trail of the snow queen
thrusting another crystal
into the heart of forgotten man
passengers looking out
onto a lilliputian world
where mountains are now but part
of the flat landscape
even though covered
with a carpet of snow crystals
cast from the skylines of the day
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