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If you haven't quite figured out what this poem is about, it's about Nuclear Winter.
Ashes against a Winter Sky
Winter, a season indifferent to the status of the Earth,
Will continue to blanket this soft and muddy dirt…
Sullen ashes of the burning sky falling from above;
Floating softly, like the withered wings of a butterfly—
The wind echoes a lullaby that skips through the ebbs of time;
Dreamily sings and lazily brings a melancholy and elegant song:
It reverberates through the halls of history, continuous and ever present,
Like the billowing mist that hung over the corpses of men after the war…
Unwary of their children playing with the ashes that came from the sky
During the eternal winter when the ashes never cease to fall…
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Winter, a season indifferent to the status of the Earth,
Will continue to blanket this soft and muddy dirt…
Sullen ashes of the burning sky falling from above;
Floating softly, like the withered wings of a butterfly—
The wind echoes a lullaby that skips through the ebbs of time;
Dreamily sings and lazily brings a melancholy and elegant song:
It reverberates through the halls of history, continuous and ever present,
Like the billowing mist that hung over the corpses of men after the war…
Unwary of their children playing with the ashes that came from the sky
During the eternal winter when the ashes never cease to fall…
_