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Poem: Nature’s Masterpiece

Hear the lock it opens now…

“Please walk on in hushed a tone
Start here and follow right.”

Strange to think with winters snow
Scorns adorn this varied show,
While blizzard beats as awkward sheets
Falling softly on abandoned street.

Next time, should they be enthralled
To sit and muse at canvas drawn
Perhaps they’d journey down a street
Natures’ artist at their feet.

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