All colors striving
Not giving in to the chilling
Surrounded by ice bluing
Leaf forms unyielding
Defiant brightness lasting
Will not go gentle into dust.
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Ending
All colors striving
Not giving in to the chilling
Surrounded by ice bluing
Leaf forms unyielding
Defiant brightness lasting
Will not go gentle into dust.
The Bag Lady 
Oh I love the tone of your poem.
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Thank you Sadje
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Most welcome 🙏🏼
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