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Jan 16
The temperature stands at zero,
A world wrapped in winter's embrace,
Frost glistens in the morning light,
Silent whispers fill the still space.

Icicles hang like crystal daggers,
Trees adorned in a silver sheen,
Footprints crunch on the frozen ground,
A serene, untouched winter scene.

Breath forms clouds in the chilly air,
Stars twinkle in the midnight sky,
Nature sleeps in a blanket of white,
As the cold night passes by.
For my American cousins 0C equates to 32F
Geof Spavins
Written by
Geof Spavins  67/M/United Kingdom
(67/M/United Kingdom)   
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     Immortality, Stephen E Yocum, --- and Zeno
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