May 23, 2011
By , Camas, WA
Sun rays flash back from it’s sharp cold sides, It’s frozen inside. All the way down to it’s icy tip the sun works to melt it. The drips land with muted tones on the sparkling snow. It’s fall is magnificent, rays of shun shatter and are thrown in a hundred directions, only to be bounced back by white snow. The actual iced dagger fell swift, almost with determination. It’s end was quick. The world returned to it’s melting, the sun working to claim victim another icicle.

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