Thinking sculptures

Here in the  Dalhousie town ,  snows are gathered up on the roads as weird sculptures of  thinking. The wind  goes angry on  green roofs,. in a shadow of strength , with  pines dancing  to eerie winds.

Dalhousie’s  doctrine lapsed a baby’s rights on the royal back of a  fierce queen.A cold wind blew on his white empire.

Everything  lapses and a white rule.  A chill crafts the thinking sculpture that melts by a fierce night wind.

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