A Poet's Dying Breath
Thursday, March 5, 2015
A gathering of glass,
the weather-brought coating
that looks akin to water in the sea
as it rolls over the wind-worn plains of snow,
this ice
is glorious and shines in moonlight,
a cliched piece of beauty,
I would not be rid of this sight.
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