Another poem born from an image that made an impression.
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Icicle
Stalactite you might be called
If found inside a cave
But you reside within the light
The light that shapes you so
You are not wanted, not at all
Mankind, they fear your growth
They fear that you might fall down
And break upon some head
But I, I see your beauty
You inner crystal heart
Which sparkles in the sunlight
Forms rainbows in the air
And best of all is that I know
You are born when things grow mild
When snow begins to drip drip down
That’s when icicles are formed
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Fantasy Transcendent 