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Aug 2013
The cold
and the ice
and the snow
and the frost
fades
from the air
and the trees
without cost

The grass
soon creeps
through the dirt
and the dead
indulging
itself
in what
the sun bled

And green
soon devours
all clean
and all white
a change
and a shift
with love
without spite
Something not quite so dark as normal. :)
Rachel Cloud
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