Icicles
A clear cold day
sun's amber rays
shine upon crystal
hanging icicles
slowly they drip
on the ground below
as crashing waves roll in
coating each with a new
crystalline cover
it creates dagger looking stakes
as the sun heats and these melt
these lethal looking daggers
become a dangerous weapon
when they begin to fall.
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