A Most Beautiful Day

It was a most beautiful day
As he lay on the chaise.

The snow flecked his eyes and hair
After floating slowly through the air.

His smile was wide with lips closed tight
To keep the flakes from landing inside.

Soon fully covered in crystals so cold
His smile became frozen, he was now beyond old.

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