
The beauty of light is that it shines;
the magic is that it takes the darkness away;
the fantasy is its revelation.

The beauty of light is that it shines;
the magic is that it takes the darkness away;
the fantasy is its revelation.
T’was cold
The grass had a crispy ice mantle
white and frozen it was
I was packed into downs and boots
The sun labored from the horizon up
Another day hung heavy in the air
Birds huddled in the sun
The temperature suffered from terrible inertia
By late noon
T’was cold
– again
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