Winter Fest

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Stares a raven
Adjacent to a nest in solitude

Snow flakes dressed in white
Falling as fairies of enchantment. 

Baby ravens glance anxiously in the Alpine
At a baby lizard dropped in for dine. 

Bathe the apricity of the sun
Had been starvation to fun. 
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