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Revision: Trees

The slow embrace of snow
is gone, 
              the world seeks out the summer.
A windblown sculptor's dream
                  defines the day.
And trees encased in ice still wait 
                       to contemplate their thawing ;
         silence lingers
              in still and sleeping
   dreaming winter morning
		NsB 14-03-03
			"Trees"
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