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Rena Erickson
Winter
*Snow*
~~~icicles~~~
*cling to the trees*
*Glittering, white,*
every where...
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Every thing silent,
a hush in the
air.
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Sun reflecting off
the grass...
Looking at it,
******
appearing to be
glass.
A mirrored image...
on a frozen pond,
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Seeing the sky,
Where clouds bond.
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No more true beauty,
then Winter is...
Shelter animals,
The holes...
*****
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