The frozen trees are gone

The frozen trees
Are gone
But weren’t they
Pretty?
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The ice dripped
Then stopped
For a picture
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And now?
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And now, there is no movement
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But do you like how it looks?
At least just for now
‘Til the ice breaks
What was once beauty
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‘Til new beauty is found
Or the currency
For its worth
Fills one’s pocket
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For so many of my clients, at the heart of their bingeing lies a sense of a lack of a sense of worth
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And yet
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The worth is always there
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Even if
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It wasn’t captured in a picture