Buried love
I lie on your grave every night
I hum to your twinkling lights while braiding daisy chains
to adorn you with
I remember how I found you amidst the wintry trees
you there, tossing frigid stars on my eyelashes
and teasing me out with frosty winds
but you there, are long lost under seasons change
feathers forgone for new
three inches for blushing wings
I remain the same, one season after another
and you doll, are twelve seasons in one.
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