Frozen waves and boundless snow,
the churning crest of foam that strains
to break on sunny shore, but never will,
for all the shore is ice and white,
caught in the pitiless grasp of winter's reign.
But beneath the never-stirring grey
lie azure seas of balmy blue,
and even in the shadows here
some joyous hint of color bursts through.
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