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Sunday, December 19, 2004


LACE

Snowflakes, bantam pieces of lace,
Float downward, disembarking on my nose,
Which melts the once frozen marvels
From ice to dew in a matter of seconds.

These tiny touches of charity, of artistry,
Accent the death of trees with ivory,
Comforting their aching, tired limbs,
While the ancients reach for the heavens.

-By Bern.

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