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Dec 2017
a cold moon, but
ten winters ago
it was encased in more ice;
the stars roll out
of a dark nest,

we slip with care
through snow,
down to the road,
we watch the ghosts pass,
there might be snow foxes
in the lost copse,
careless with cold
Written by
Leslie Philibert  63/M/Germany
(63/M/Germany)   
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     Jamadhi Verse
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