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"Breathe-in experience, breathe-out Poetry" Muriel Rukeyser
Monday, February 15, 2016
Settled In
The winter has settled in
snow crunches underfoot
ice shatters to shards
mist rises from the lake
as if something warm
lie beneath
The longest night has passed
but still it feels
unending
Ellecee
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