Monday, August 23, 2004

Imposing Imposter

Jingle bells, snow falling, cascading
In a myriad dancers
Each to their own tune, on a fuse
Set by the screaming light overhead
A melange of streaming blazes
Luminous and bold
In the clouded skies above
Twinkling like stars
In telescopic view
To pile high like mountains
Purification from the sky

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