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Fence in Winter

Overgrown

And closed

Four sides

Nothing enters—

Just silent snow

Trust that it won’t open up;

Seasons change and it remains untouched

Inside black

Vines wither

As they glow

You are the moonlight

Shining in

Between posts

Trust that it won’t open up;

Seasons change and it remains untouched

The sound of death surrounds it all the time

Though flowers sometimes spring up on the vines