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About This Poem
hollow morn'
morning light seeps in
like a wisp of a breath
in winters frigid air
spectrum of silver light
like sunlit cushioned clouds
against paper thin walls
as shadows quickly
appear: rush to these paper walls
like tunneling snakes
light brims golden,
spattering dewdrop fields-
glittering jewels
their moistening of
blades bending to the winds
echoing a hollow morn'
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