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.