The snow pretends to be a mountain.
The mountain pretends to be a cloud.
But the clouds are not pretending.
They are the elders of the congress of snow.
They are mountains floating
above a pretend world.
Reflections in a lake
pretending to be sky,
pretending to be the lake
it will become
when the snow stops
pretending
and admits it is a disguise
rain wears in the cold.
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