Strands of Turquoise
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Morn
Meet the morn:
new eyes,
refreshed;
sunburst lending
joy's colors
to the periphery;
vision warmed
by the inexplicable;
fear --
palpable, trembling,
shimmering icicle
on the verge of
melting,
melting
away.
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