05.01.2009 / 21.30 pm
 
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by Nicholas Gordon
Rating: 2.67
Votes: 9

After all, the Earth must wait for spring.
No angel ever changed the pace of time.
Goodness is still tucked away below,
Empty as a field asleep in snow,
Like iron in the harshness of that clime
As God is born in frozen Bethlehem.

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