foreign to her was any attention from those around,
Swans floated in the quiet stream of her love,
Craning their necks to kiss her heart.Abandoned by time she grew colder,
Akward memories danced in her head,
Of blessed moments in the spring and fall,
This winter exposed her deapest fears.
Could she face her shattered life amidst the flakes,
would she find her tomorrows face down in the snow,
Bolder now she stood to touch the sky,
Windows open she would learn to fly.
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