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Poetry: “Frosted branches”

A short thing, a moment, preserved.

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Frosted branches

Stretched to meet
The morning sun
Frozen thus
In time
Where night
Has covered
Up in silver
Gleaming there
Against the light
A golden gleam
Appears a moment
As the feeble rays
Appear

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