Winter red thorns,
Hardened by ice
And sharpened twice
Into needles,
Holes bored through by
Friendly beetles.
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Winter red thorns,
Hardened by ice
And sharpened twice
Into needles,
Holes bored through by
Friendly beetles.
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Fae folk travel,
Long cold rambles,
Deep in brambles.
Winter berries
Feed some hungry
Hiding fairies,
Wanting cherries
Or sugarplums.
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A Pathya Vat is a form of poetry originating in Cambodia. Continue reading