Many thousand droplets
sparkling knobs
kissed by the sun
clear and round
the night she was again
freeze in cold,
remain tender with a delicate crackle
(and) quiet whispers
you burst and burst
piled high
filled the gaps
fragile yet
with icy baton
and meticulous they were all
delicate creatures
of clear crystals
how quiet is the night
on an idea by U. Glebe
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