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The land was veiled and silence exultant -                 p e r m e a t e d only by sporadic bird calls resonating from deep within the frozen forest where life had retreated, aghast by the glacial wind. Cowering together,                dwellings shivered                              ephemeral oak structures                              bowed beneath the freshly shorn lamb’s wool that enveloped all, hastening, the shearer continued. You left this night,                    without a whisper of regret across the interminable,      n     u      a     i     g      furrows u     d      l      t    n that ridicule your lifeless, even features - pitiless, your sodden soles penetrated the ****** snow. Impervious to such inclemency                        I traipse deep into the thicket, reminded of how earlier I collected from this q u i v e r i n g coppice,                 no more, no less than my meagre allowance dictates. Your stride is familiar, for it was once mine with metronomic ease I trace you, further further further traversing a promontory, I see you, stood on a limestone plinth                      overlooking         shimmering pasture below. You turn; we face,         unwavering symmetry| as stained crystals fall red with affliction caressing the firmament I lace your name with my finger                                    indomitable, no more. ©Thomas Gabriel
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Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 10:54 PM UTC
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The land was veiled and silence exultant -                 p e r m e a t e d only by sporadic bird calls resonating from deep within the frozen forest where life had retreated, aghast by the glacial wind. Cowering together,                dwellings shivered                              ephemeral oak structures                              bowed beneath the freshly shorn lamb’s wool that enveloped all, hastening, the shearer continued. You left this night,                    without a whisper of regret across the interminable,      n     u      a     i     g      furrows u     d      l      t    n that ridicule your lifeless, even features - pitiless, your sodden soles penetrated the ****** snow. Impervious to such inclemency                        I traipse deep into the thicket, reminded of how earlier I collected from this q u i v e r i n g coppice,                 no more, no less than my meagre allowance dictates. Your stride is familiar, for it was once mine with metronomic ease I trace you, further further further traversing a promontory, I see you, stood on a limestone plinth                      overlooking         shimmering pasture below. You turn; we face,         unwavering symmetry| as stained crystals fall red with affliction caressing the firmament I lace your name with my finger                                    indomitable, no more. ©Thomas Gabriel
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Dec 8, 2011
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