聖なる雪

囁き祝う

冬の祈り

Sacred snow descends,
Whispers bless the silent shrine,
Winter bows in prayer.

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Beneath winter’s quiet breath,

the shrines rest, cloaked in soft white snow,

each flake a whispered prayer,

each step a frozen moment in time.

Yet in this stillness,

the orange paint of pagodas and torii arches

does not fade, but glows—

a warmth against the winter chill,

like embers held in the heart of the frost.

The snow may cover,

but it cannot dim the fire within,

its brilliance a reminder

that even in the coldest of seasons,

the spirit endures, shining brighter still.