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WINTER POEM
The axe head yearns
To cleave the grain
The fibers split
Thrown on the flame
The whispering moisture
Sublimates
In search of a dry
Window pane
To cleave the grain
The fibers split
Thrown on the flame
The whispering moisture
Sublimates
In search of a dry
Window pane
Published 1st Jan 2016
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Anonymous
8th Jan 2016 10:32pm
I can almost smell the burning of a hearth from here. . .warm & invigorating with great imagery. . .Excellent. . .~Devlin.
9th Jan 2016 7:21pm
