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RE: Digital art by @xpilar" Write a short poem about the picture and you will be rewarded"
Winter greens amidst the snow and hail,
Hold the earth's deathly phase at bay.
Each exhaled breath becomes a mist,
Echoing resentment that cold persists.
Stars glow endlessly bright,
Like meteorite droplets firing up the skies.
Come now, poet; approach nature with expectation,
And utter thy words in reverent jubilation.