Late Grace - January

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Fire above

Ice below

I was walking in my dreams

In the ways of a fenced enclosure

There at the edge

At the border of dreams

Where tempest was not jangling

Solace devoured my soul

I saw the star

The grace

It was too late

I did not smile

Himedal

Jan2011

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