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Frozenly Beautiful
Among the rocks and rivers a frozen garden stands
In silent wonder, signing as witness to the cold.
At evening I wander spellbound, icy hands
Rejoicing with the leaves, oh, carelessly, bold...
Monica G. Marcu
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Winter Leaves
by Koda
The leaves turned to look at their destination.
They always knew their time in the sun would come to this end,
but the ground was not so dark nor so cold in summer.
And when the touch of their bright flesh fell
upon the decayed remains of the others who had gone before,
it chilled them deeper than their imagination could conceive.
They wilted and curled and became rigid
and the snow came melting and freezing in cycles
grinding them to forgottenness.
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I knew you would leave.
But even in the dead of winter
the tree outside my window
still grips one last, withered leaf.
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