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The sparkle on the skylight
Shapes itself
Into an softly rounded oval.
The morning sun kisses it golden, but
While it may enjoy
How the light illumines
Its pristine shimmer, the frost
Will not melt.
Frost waves its brittle wand and the
Skeleton trees beyond are blanched even whiter.
Frost smiles in sparkles,
Licks blue lips
An egg alight,
Hatching
Cold
Emptiness.
Yep! Enjoyed this one! <3