a cold stone-grey morning
chilled air and marble icing
spread evenly over the horizon
sliced and cut into laced cloud strands
ripple across the cliffs below
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a cold stone-grey morning
chilled air and marble icing
spread evenly over the horizon
sliced and cut into laced cloud strands
ripple across the cliffs below