Rigid
In the middle of a thousandFrosted trees
She laid down to dream.
Woke up to a harvest
Of things temperate
And full leafed.
Yet still the earth
Was rigid as she
Wandered.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2011-02-14 at 22:29
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