A crow motionless in a field of snow;
burnt paper in the cold morning ash.
The dead locked into the frozen earth;
leaves blacken under a hidden moon.
The trees abstract with frost;
weighed and bending with ice.
A sun weak and blind from rain;
glass under the hand of sleet.
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You have frozen time through the immaculate lens of your skillful writing. Poetically narrated and crafted with such good spirit that it begs to read over and over again. Really enjoyed.10/10