like a blanket the ice sits.
in the moon light softly lit .
beneath the frozen chill.
the water lays there still.
motionless it silently waits.
for summers worm welcoming gates.
like a blanket the ice sits. in the moon light softly lit . beneath the frozen chill. the water lays there still. motionless it silently waits. for summers worm welcoming gates.
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