Many nights I hear this.
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Frost Falling - 17 Jan 22
Before it has a chance
To touch the ground
The rain embraced
By frost falling as ice
Becomes hail
Clatters against the window
Waking the sleeper within
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Disturbed sleep.
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A place to allow some of my literary and other creative skills to emerge and evolve.
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