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Emergy

Betwixt the sparkle
And freshened frost
My uneven shadow falls.
On snowy hills
Or golden skies
I see myself, reflected by the glare of goodness
Back into my own face.

I cannot see myself there,
Alone among the fragrant herbs
Where fairies dance and sparrows call
For I imagine I would scare them all away.
One by one, they would flee the scene,
For my presence has never been magical.

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