Is there a word
for a shaft of golden sunlight
filtering its way through
a forest canopy,
through a million new leaves
and old trees
and finding
somehow
a single wildflower to
set aglow?
There should be.
The snow covering and ice sprinkling gave the illusion of a new world fresh, undisturbed, untouched and unpolluted. This was only an illusio...
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