Diamonds In the Trees
The icicles were like fine crystal
hanging from the trees
the ice storm was nasty
but left such beauty
icicles were lethal stalactites
hanging passively
from on high
the icicles warmed by the sun
began to melt
then started their journey to earth
Falling like missiles without a target
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