Sig Nordal

Strange but True,
Icicles that grew,
On barren branches,
Frozen advances,
Mixing in form,
Chaos is born,
Beauty and art,
Playing a part,
In winter’s display,
Soon to melt away,
But for now,
We furrow our brow,
To question this view, Strange but True…

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