Polished


A coverage of ice
Have polished the shoreline
Rocks resembling bread
Just out of the oven
A bakers dream of perfection
Smooth as silk to touch
No root has yet been able
Pentrate and break
Crushing and convert to soíl
Eons still remain
’till this is wood and meadow
This is how the nature works
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A little random thoughts before going to bed
September 9 2012

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