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Faces Of Winter
All soft and sparkly that snowfall lay
untouched yet waiting come what may;
'til the temperatures arise
surrendering to it's liquid demise
There a puddle in silent await
contemplating a birdbath fate;
'til again in frigid pace
ice so smooth with such grace
To unsuspecting human fare
the glossiness hidden there
The wonder of winter's beauty told
to crumpled self to unfold
I hesitate to hate the sight
of a wonderfully sparkling snowy night
Yet echo in my mind the moan
of my aching broken bone.
1/31/13
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