On that day,The landscape dictated to the painters,
To see more in this land,
Distant forms and dreamy illusions materialized,
My reality and frozen thoughts,
Left the bleak flats unaltered,
The snows relentlessly fell,
And would adventually cease,
Leaving this landscape changed once more,
Are you a mere sequence of colour and change?,
Or is it upon leaving this location,
Just the atmosphere created by time,
Erase all these beautiful visuals I would proclaim!,
But never our memories,
And Art work of that day.
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