Frozen fingers have etched lace upon glass surfaces.
A confectioner's fresh dust powders the landscape,
And a blue steam rises into the lightening sky
While the sun struggles to awaken.
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Sheila J.
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September 7, 2007 Winter Dawn
January 10, 2009 01:49 PM UTC
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Frozen fingers have etched lace upon glass surfaces. A confectioner's fresh dust powders the landscape, And a blue steam rises into the lightening sky While the sun struggles to awaken.
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Comments: 41
Very nice job.
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