There is a new stream
running through an old woods
that I've never stood beside
or set eyes upon
and still
I can feel the cool mist
rising off her timeworn stones
for I'm very nearly there
in my heart
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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