where the writers are
Ice Flowers

vapours rise
from frozen dreams
circling the air
they nestle
on moist leaves
slither along branches
wrap around the tree 
settle near roots 
liquid now
soil swallows them
like seeds
frozen dreams 
will become trees 
with flowers of ice


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Wishes for a many-splendoured New Year, and for reality to be as interesting as our illusions...