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Winter Moon (Free verse) by Musicman crisp clear night
stills the winter moon
bittersweet
old memories loom
time marks
the shadowsâ walk
of barren trees
and farmersâ stalks
last lonely leaf
tumbles to the lake
serpentine swell
marks the waterâs wake
a reflection
of her presence quakes
winter moonâs
white shimmer
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