Sunday, December 9, 2012

Manipulative Poem

Deep within the winter snow
the forest lays still as stone.
No creature moves through the day
until splashing shatters the silence.
Who would ruin this cold sanctuary?
What could be treading through this peaceful place?
A man saunters past unaware.
He does not know that he is interrupting a sacred sound.

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