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Jan 2012
Snow
drifts soft
in puffs of white
like milky smoke
melting on ice,
and she shivers,
spiritless, inside
the painted winter light
she gleams,
a quiet sapphire in
the night, her breath,
her heart
quite cold, contrite.
January sadness and a frost of the soul.
Maria Rose
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Maria Rose
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   Emma and No
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