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Frozen tears float round and round
As whirls of butterflies scatter away In gleaming dance they descend to the ground, Blown by the blizzard, forlorn and astray. Sawn off butterflies shoot between the sun Cradled in your breathing, Half hearts and the senseless beating of wings cease… As stained glass lies fallen and broke, Warm in your hands Cold in your heart, Cradled in your breathing, The beating of wings Lie broken. Close your eyes. Dream… The snow is falling just like leaves. Things are sometimes not what they seem. Innocent dreamer, look what you’ve done, You’ve opened your eyes and eclipsed the sun! Now ashen roses rain on the fields. Winter’s citywide… Crystal bits of snowflakes Like butterflies Fly all around In my head. Close your eyes and feel: Memories… As stained glass lies fallen and broke Warm in your hands, Cold in your heart Cradled in your breathing, And beating of wings Lie broken…
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