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Winter's Song
It starts as nothing more than air.
The curl of frozen breath or a
hint of smoke collapsed on the wind
icing latent tress laid bare.
Carried through winter's dark womb
of hard silver frosts. Muted snow
a million silent lights, sharp
in the stiffening cold, a harp-
song of hope. Until suddenly
it's obvious. Obvious like
the moon, full on a cloudless night,
through t...
Wednesday 25th December 2013 1:05 am
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