The iced sky

requires definite articles.
The sleighed cloud, the
starred invisible path. The fresh
water atoms the particles
of ice. The risen pines
the spruce, snow garlanded
the slopes upholding them. The 
perpendiculars, the periwinkles
the horizons, the horse chestnuts,
the horses like a live
anachronism, the sleighbells
reined hands and rained
icicles dropping. The midnight
bell, the cars driving
internal combustion and reality
into the future. The sky demands
definite articles: the iced
sky, articles of faith. 

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