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Ice Castings
Have we dreamt the crystal morn, this day of beauteous bones, tinkling icicles which ping, as they melt, this sun warmed day. Lilac boughs appear egg white dipped, now over-glazed, amazed, in the mirror-like majesty of a frosty ice draped morn. Tinkling icicles, which ping, as they melt, this sun warmed day licked by children as they play, sliding on a virgin crust of white in the mirror-like majesty of a frosty ice draped morn. All that's innocent is clothed, encased, adorned in sturdier forms, licked by children as they play, sliding on a virgin crust of white the ice embraces every sunlit surface with auric glow. All that's innocent is clothed, encased, adorned in sturdier forms too soon the skeleton of night will melt within the heat day The ice embraces every sunlit surface with auric glow. Lilac boughs appear egg white dipped, now over-glazed, amazed. Too soon, the skeleton of night will melt within the heat day. Have we dreamt the crystal morn, this day of beauteous bones? First appeared in Mused: The BellaOnline Literary Review Winter 2014
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