she had
the sad beauty
of a tear
glistening
like crystal
in the early morning
sunshine
the melancholy malaise
of the last
bright blossom
in a field
of brown
as winter blows kisses
promises of ice
she had
the sad beauty
of a tear
glistening
like crystal
in the early morning
sunshine
the melancholy malaise
of the last
bright blossom
in a field
of brown
as winter blows kisses
promises of ice
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