children play atop me,
six feet above empty potential.
my body,
a delicacy for no man to enjoy
must the maggots feast on me now.
winter will wipe away all color
pale and frigid as I.
spring will invoke new life
for everything but I.
for I am winter's daughter
and the sun doesn't shine for me.
Nov 30, 2011
Nov 30, 2011 at 1:36 AM UTC
children play atop me,
six feet above empty potential.
my body,
a delicacy for no man to enjoy
must the maggots feast on me now.
winter will wipe away all color
pale and frigid as I.
spring will invoke new life
for everything but I.
for I am winter's daughter
and the sun doesn't shine for me.
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