SNOWY WOODS

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Submitted Date 12/02/2019
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Words are absorbed here.
Thousands of white stars descend,
thousands more are there behind me,
Miles away and out of reach, but I see traces of their work.
On the treetops--in and out of distant textured mountains.
But here, they disappear
Into the ever-rippling stream.

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