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A Poem by Dara
Soft as Eider down,
snowflakes
gently cascade
like frozen stars
pillowing
the ground.
The proud old oaks,
coated in ice and
..
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A Poem by Dara
Holding
onto yesterday,
I
see you slipping from my hands.
I
reach for you but lose my grip
against
the cold and shifting sand..
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