Stranger beauty

I look and see a stranger beauty
Flowering above the murky undergrowth

Faces people seemingly blank
Crowds of crows with no faces

Gawk the sound of trumpets baying
Baying like a soulful wind

They turn to face and then see
A stranger beauty inside

Gilded cloak of shadows briefly flutters in the breeze
World of color erupts before me

Winter is so mean

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