Thursday, June 25, 2015

SNAG

It is there!—at the cold 
wind bedraggled
and

loneliest
crag 

of the 
most snow-
gilded and obstinately 

impassable mountain! that

the softest
little purplegreen 

bubble-
leaved flower 

artlessly—
dances to grow.

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