I whisper your name (ayradyss) wrote,
I whisper your name

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Open season on interpretations: Trees

The slow embrace of snow
is gone, the world 
            seeks out the summer
a windblown sculptor's dream
                  defines the day;
         the silence lingers
And trees encased in ice still wait 
                       to contemplate their thawing  
How sweet to touch, 
              to taste the still and sleeping
winter morning
		NsB 13-03-03
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