Shiny, electric
Blue
Smoke trails in air
Suppressed by daylight
The crow floats
From tree to tree
Its tears freeze
Dropping golden diamonds
Red mating pair
Froze in their sleep
It is changing
Melting faster
But the cold remains
Light remains
Night comes
To turn to another day
Wheel turns
Crushing some
Carrying others into the future.
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