Posted on February 16, 2021 by labeak52
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The heavens are miserly this day
Even with the snow
The flakes blow sidewise
In a mad dance
I could count the petty few of them
Even the sluices of heaven are frozen
Like the doors of some abandoned house
There is no music or song
No white blanket
Only rigid edges and brittle branches
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