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Robin
The snow has fallen deeply overnight
to form a pristine carpet all around.
It rimes the trees with pure unblemished white,
and gently floats a dusting to the ground.
Outside the world is silent, not a sound
disturbs the deadened echoing of peace.
So tranquil is the morning, so profound,
until a passing robin’s shrill caprice
attracts our notice to his darting flight,
and...
Wednesday 30th December 2020 4:11 pm
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