A tree turned ice is bright as any sight to see
it lives and climbs despite its height and this icy travesty
to be all locked up but still to imagine someone else can see
such a rose by other fame that one as me could see the same
Breath knows home, isn't visible in walls
walls know where to stop where views hear bells
windows stare transparent where icicles meet eyeballs
where each center sphere projects didactic scars and years
The friendship folly forgiveness trolleys
that make madness sour and age taste salty
acquired a share in my inheritance boughs of holly
I vow not dare, sink to stare, clink the cage, and smile at sully
From a smirk a grin a penny earned
one day you own it from laugh to end
the ropes knot end from pulling up from lessons learned
accounts uplift this hope, and so you helped me climb my rope
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